As this is President’s Day Weekend, and the little guy is out of school, I’ve got my hands full. We’re practicing for the Spelling Bee finals out of town Monday after next. We have pages and pages of words to learn which seem far beyond the knowledge of first graders. Nevertheless, we are plodding along.
Meanwhile, we took a trip to the grocery store. Nothing exciting. There was a long line at the grocery store. He waited in that line with – dare I say it? No behaviors, other than any other 6 year old boy, of course. He was opening and closing a cold case for Red Bull. And then, he did something extraordinary for him. Something he’s never done in his entire life.
He noticed the checkout line candy.
We have been through the checkout 1000s of time. He has never before looked at, oogled, picked up, mentioned, reacted to, begged for or talked about the candy. Sunday, very matter-of-factly, he picked up some mini-m&ms, like he does it every day, and said he’d like them please.
You know we’re a little different when my heart leapt, I smiled and was overjoyed, because he asked me to buy him impulse candy! Needless to say, I bought it. I didn’t care that it’s not a perfect food!
And he sat in the back of the car, opened the container and ate them, by himself, like he does it every day. (He never has before…)
Who gets weepy when their kid feeds himself mini-m&ms in the back seat of the car? Oh, that’s me. (And, by the way, he still has some left!)