Since I was out and about I made a trip into
Texas to do some things there. Chris had
an errand for me to Hobby Lobby. I made
the long run into Houston to pick up my Celebrex prescription. I also got to swing by the new Sam’s that
moved across the freeway from its original location in Texas City. Pretty big place. Of course the things we always have to get
for the church are located at the far back corner of the store from the front
door. Ah, well. I needed the exercise.
Then in the afternoon Cailyn and I went
over to WalMart to do the grocery shopping.
Always a treat to have a beautiful girl with me for such a chore. Especially when she is as observant as she
was yesterday. As we walked down one
aisle we saw an older lady with white hair in the indomitable afro style. Cailyn looked at her carefully, and just we
she passed us Cailyn declared, “That lady has spikey hair.” Apparently spikey hair is a pretty unusual
thing in her life, because she then exploded into laughter. Thankfully, so did Spikey Hair Lady. A few aisles later two young men were
stocking the lower shelves from their knees.
One had quite long hair that was fitted into a carefully constructed
braid that ran down past the middle of his back. Cailyn took that one in in an instant and the
giggles returned. She was obviously
trying to hold back, so I asked her what was up. She again exploded in laughter, just loud
enough to capture the attention of the Braided Boy. She pointed at him and giggled, “DadDad, that
boy has long hair. Girls have long hair.” And to his credit Braided Boy joined in the
joke, as did his companion. I’m afraid
he may not have heard the last of that one.
Miss Observant wasn’t through yet.
Another aisle brought some more employees, these with obvious ties
somewhat South of the border. They were
having an animated discussion about, well, I don’t know what it was about since
they were taking too fast for me to catch many of the words and apply my vast
grasp of high school Spanish. Cailyn
heard them, too, of course. This time
she was a bit more pensive before that look of realization spread with the grin
across her face. She made her
declaration in a conspiratorial, albeit rather loud, whisper this time, in the
true spirit of “eureka, I have found it.”
Her words, though, were a bit different.
“DadDad, did you hear those men?
They were talking Chinese.” That
time the chuckle that burst forth came from my lips. And fortunately I don’t think the Chinese
Fellows heard us at all. Her comments on
life weren’t restricted to the other shoppers, though. I received one good zinger myself. She was doing her best to try out the glitter
glue, so I calmly said, “Set the glue down and let’s go on to our next thing,
Babe.” She complied with my request, but
in her best muttering-just-loud-enough-for-me-to-hear voice she said, “I don’t
like that word. It’s for grownups.” I took that to mean she was reserving the use
of “Babe” for her future husband only. I’ll
try to remember and honor that … Babe.
Psalms 73:28 says, “But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge; I
will tell of all your deeds.”
Father, thank you for the delightful
honesty of a child. Amen.
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