In the store yesterday getting ‘green juice’ and goat cheese for lunch. (makes your stomach yearn, doesn’t it?)
Standing behind a young mom with her toddler in the cart.
He looks at me.
I look at him.
‘Boon!’ he says and thrusts his slobbery fist towards me, clutching the string that is attached to a yellow balloon.
I smile.
‘Balloon.’ I say.
His mom turns to me and gives me a shy smile and then gets busy writing out her check.
‘BOON!’ he yells at me.
‘Balloon.’ I say back to him.
He sits back in his little wire chariot and nods his head.
I swear I could hear him thinking:
‘Good job, old lady. Good job. That’s right: balloon.’
If I keep it up I might be in the ‘smart kids’ reading group at school.