Being accosted by strangers
Yesterday after Boo at the Zoo we stopped at Trader Joe’s to grab some half-and-half plus stuff for dinner. Madison was still in her flower costume so she was extra cute. She was also extra tired (as was I) so her energy level was a little higher than usual. I ran into a friend of mine and we were chatting while Madison was hitting up the sample folks for a taste of chocolate pudding. Then she was spinning over to me and kinda busy around my feet while I talked. You know how it is, I was keeping half an eye on her while my friend and I caught up. Perhaps not as attentive as I might be is what I’m saying.
Just then a handsome man came over and asked sternly, “Who’s child is this?”
“Mine,” I answered, frantically trying to figure out if she’d done something while I wasn’t looking.
“Well, I have something to say to you.”
I cringed trying to think of what might be in reach that she was messing with. Also because he was African American, I was wondering if her wind-mussed, flower-hood-frazzled hair was coming under attack.
“You might just be mother to a future president of the United States!” then he started laughing.
He was complimenting Madison! Because of her adorableness, of course. I started laughing, too, and told him I was worried he was coming over to tell me she’d done something or said something wrong.
“I know, because I was so serious, right?” Then he introduced himself and said he wanted an invitation to her inaugeration. “You can google me and send me my invite!”
So Lionel Dickey, know that I remembered your name and I’ll be sure you’re on the list!! Thanks for making my daughter feel extra like a princess yesterday!!
An adorable story…..and true too….
Ah, you were accosted by a UCONN Husky. They are known to do that. ::wink::
You crazy Huskies! Suz, I was just thinking again this weekend that I get to meet you next April and I am SO EXCITED!! Just so you know!!!
LOVE this.
sweet!
Oh, I so went right home and did the googling, too. It was a lovely moment of kindness (and truth, of course) from a stranger.
That’s so freaking cute.
[...] my daughter and her daughter and my friend’s daughter who was with us might actually be able to believe that they, too, [...]
Four days after the election, and things like this still make me misty-eyed. Sweet.