We were in the checkout line at Publix and the woman in front of us struck up a conversation with Little E.
It began innocently with her asking Little E about his favorite yogurt flavor. She laughed at Little E's responses to her questions. I was glowing with mommy pride as I clearly had the cutest kid in this store.
DO YOU LIKE RASPBERRY YOGURT?
And then the music suddenly stopped. The lights went on and the dear, old lady saw the real Little E.
I HATE RASPBERRIES!
In Little E's defense, I've been reluctant to feed him raspberries because Mr. Yoy is allergic to them.
The old lady was shocked by Little E's use of the word hate.
HATE IS A VERY STRONG WORD, MAYBE YOU JUST DON'T LIKE THEM?
I sheepishly smiled and tried to change the topic.
I HATE, HATE, HATE RASPBERRIES.
Little E felt the need to hammer home his point. Job well done.
I could see her quickly falling out of love with my boy. But he wasn't done. The multi-color pack of cigarette lighters caught his eye.
I WANT THOSE! I WANT THOSE!
And with that, the little old lady turned her back to us. We were dumped. Right there in line.
Two major takeaway points from today's Publix trip:
1) I need to introduce raspberries to Little E.
2) Little E needs to take it easy on the cigs.
Happy Friday to everyone!
Well when you display them like this, I can't really blame Little E!