We crossed the border yesterday to do some back-to-school shopping with Itty-Bitty and his friend-that-is-a-girl. We stopped for a late lunch at one of those all-you-can-eat buffets.
I was standing at the steam table, scooping brussels sprouts onto my plate, when a young man (around nine or ten, I would reckon) spoke up:
"You know something funny? I've never tried them before," he said pointing into the tray of brussels sprouts.
I hesitated for a minute. If this child and I shared genetic material, my knee-jerk response would have been completely different. I would have insisted he put a couple on his plate, and give them a try.
But instead I suggested, "Really? If I were you, I'd skip 'em. Most people hate them. Me? I love brussels sprouts, but then, I'm a little weird."
He solemnly nodded his understanding, and whispered, "thanks".
Shopping is DONE though. It was a simple process. I handed him cash, and let the two of them run wild in the mall while Hubby and I strolled around. I didn't buy anything, because I don't want to spend money on clothes while I'm still in the process of losing weight (down 16.2 lbs). Itty Bitty did pretty good - with the cash I gave him, he managed to buy 4 pairs of jeans, 4 or 5 shirts, binders & supplies, and new strings for his bass guitar.