There was a little boy with his Mom. He wouldn’t stop pushing the cart–she was rightly concerned that he would hit someone. She stopped, had a quiet talk with him…even suggested that if he couldn’t control himself, she would take him home and do the shopping another time. Really? As I was picking lemons near by, I observed that he did stop and she praised him when he was doing it right. Bravo on all fronts! So when we were both at the fish counter, I commented on what a big helper he was being. He nodded. His mom then leaned in and said ” he insisted that he dress just like his dad.” How did I miss that this little person was wearing a sports jacket, a patterned shirt and an orange tie? She seemed a bit embarrassed…but as the mother of two teenagers I just said…in about ten years you’ll miss this day. Enjoy it!