I had a major connection with a four year old at my work awhile ago.
Before this story, though, I should give the back story. Friday night, while I was at work, my parakeet, Isabelle, grew another pair of wings and went to Birdie Heaven. It would have been a year next week that I had had her. Naturally, I balled my eyes out. Saturday morning, I just kept looking at Fernando (Isabelle's spanish lover) in his cage and realized that he too looked sad.I had to be at work by 5.
So there I was, still in mourning, scanning diapers at KMart.That's when it happened...This lady dragged her four year old son to the counter while I did the usual routine.
Scan....Bag.....Scan.....Bag.....Scan....Bag....Price Check...Scan...Bag....
The boy looks up at me and in an instance we had a major connection. Without even a hint of hesitation, the conversation went something like this:
Boy: Hey.
D: Hey.
Boy: Your name really D****?
D: Yep.
Boy: So it's not short for anything?
D: Nope.
Boy: I knew a D****. It was short for something.
D: It happens.
*silence*
Boy: My fish died.
D: My bird died.
Boy: Yeah. What kinda bird was it?
D: Parakeet. What kinda fish was it?
Boy: Koi.
*silence*
D: What did your fish die of?
Boy: Cancer. What did your bird die of?
D: Don't know.
*more silence*
Boy: You know animals just die, right? It happens.
D: *stares* Yeah, well... it shouldn't.
*Silence x12*
Boy: You can't blame yourself. I don't blame myself for flipper dying.
D: Flipper is a fish. Isabelle was a living being. She was like my sister from another mister....You know?
Boy: Word.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Robert Frost, You've got some competition!
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That four year old kid will be the next Ghandi....or Snoop Dogg. Either one seem efficient and worldly.
Posted by Cupcake at 12:43 PM
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