Sun streaming through finger smudged windows… a baby strapped snugly to his mama’s chest… sucking tiny fingers… birds sing like mad…
Big boy climbs into his bright green chariot. “Where we going, Mama?… “We’re walking to the grocery store, big boy!”
A leisurely stroll down neighborhood streets… pausing to talk to the neighbor putting out his pine straw…
“Can I push the cart, Mama!” “Sure, little man.” And so he does… the little cart, just his size… His steering has improved a lot since he last pushed it… How did that happen?
“Let’s buy something else, Mama!” We put in hot dogs, hot dog buns, and some ice cream for the friends we’re having over tomorrow evening…
Our stroller sits behind the counter, waiting for us. Big boy puts all his purchases on the conveyor belt. The ladies behind him in line smother giggles. He’s very cute.
He’s paid, and now its time to go home. We stroll out into the springtime world, smell the blooming white trees, and head for home…
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