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Cute kid
If you do not think that kids are A-freakin-dorable, you probably will not be interested in this post.
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A little girl came into the store with her dad. She handed me her Diet Coke to ring up and I said ‘Hi, how are you’. She looked away shyly and backed away a little, which is what I generally expect little kids to do when I (a stranger) talk to them. But her dad insisted that she answer me, so she said ‘ok’.
‘Just ok?’ her dad pressed her, so she changed her answer to ‘good’. I was like, ‘that’s ok, sweetie, you can just be ok. You don’t have to be good.’ Her dad looked maybe a little embarrassed at that, so I decided to lighten the mood by saying, ‘As long as you’re not homicidal, you’re good by me.’
She looked wonderfully confused and her dad cracked up.
They hung around a little while and I let the girl play with one of the toys on display, a “climber dude” that can actually be made to climb up the beams in our store. She was gettin creative with it. Her dad told her ‘he can’t climb up backwards, even real climbers can’t do that.’ She answered, without hesitation ‘Then he’ll be the first to try.’ SO freakin’ cute!
When it was time for them to leave, she carefully, meticulously put the toy away. ‘We’re leaving now’ says dad. ‘Okay, Daddy,’ says the sweet-little-girl voice, and she sprints in the opposite direction. ROFLMAO. Dad gives me this accusing look while I’m cracking up, and he says ‘were you like that?’
Feel free to skim.
A little girl came into the store with her dad. She handed me her Diet Coke to ring up and I said ‘Hi, how are you’. She looked away shyly and backed away a little, which is what I generally expect little kids to do when I (a stranger) talk to them. But her dad insisted that she answer me, so she said ‘ok’.
‘Just ok?’ her dad pressed her, so she changed her answer to ‘good’. I was like, ‘that’s ok, sweetie, you can just be ok. You don’t have to be good.’ Her dad looked maybe a little embarrassed at that, so I decided to lighten the mood by saying, ‘As long as you’re not homicidal, you’re good by me.’
She looked wonderfully confused and her dad cracked up.
They hung around a little while and I let the girl play with one of the toys on display, a “climber dude” that can actually be made to climb up the beams in our store. She was gettin creative with it. Her dad told her ‘he can’t climb up backwards, even real climbers can’t do that.’ She answered, without hesitation ‘Then he’ll be the first to try.’ SO freakin’ cute!
When it was time for them to leave, she carefully, meticulously put the toy away. ‘We’re leaving now’ says dad. ‘Okay, Daddy,’ says the sweet-little-girl voice, and she sprints in the opposite direction. ROFLMAO. Dad gives me this accusing look while I’m cracking up, and he says ‘were you like that?’
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I bet you were like that...pixie cute and mischevious!