Who knew, that all it would take for my YO, my little baby boy, to break into a happy dance right there in the middle of the store, was a short 'Mamma-and-me' trip to the store where I let him choose a chocolate?
He stopped infront of the display and looked lovinly and longingly at the array of temptations spread out in front of him. He didn't touch. He just stared. I told him to choose one and he looked at me as if an alien had taken his Mamma's place, a kind old alien, but an alien nevertheless. He chose a Dairy Milk with Mickey Mouse's picture on it and he looked at me as if I had allowed him a glimpse of paradise. When I said he could choose another one, he looked at me as if I had given him paradise. He immediately pointed to a lollipop and it was while I was tearing along the perforated line, that he broke into a littel happy jig, totally reminiscent of the Birdie Dance/Chicken Dance, with arms a-flapping and legs a-stomping and butt a-wiggling!
I felt all my maternel bits and pieces melting and oozing out of me.
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4 comments:
Awww....that is juts too cute.
aww...sho shop cute:))
(((hugs)))for the lil darling:)
you share it so beautifully that I can picture him:))
LOL!
I'm even worse. I allowed him to buy a small pack of Gems after he'd helped me buy the monthly groceries. And then didn't let him devour the whole packet. My parents have disowned me!
:)
awwww!! the joy of childhood!! big hugs to both of you!
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