Sometimes when you least expect it, something little happens that makes a big difference. A couple of weeks ago my sister and I were out shopping with Baby E. We made a *quick* stop at one of those giant discount warehouses. You know, the place where you go in to buy diapers and end up with a 10 pack of Clorox wipes, not one but TWO giant bags of Veggie Sticks, a 6 liter bottle of red wine and a new Christmas tree. So we were at that place.
While walking down the aisle of Christmas ornaments, we came upon a 1990's era boom box playing Jingle Bell Rock. Now, Baby E is a dancer. A good one. It's like an automatic response that when he hears music, his world stops and he bounces and shakes and wiggles in a way that would make Michael Jackson look like one of those 'dancing hamsters'. Yeah. He's THAT good. The only problem is that when he is dancing, he completely ignores everyone else in the room. So, here he goes. Jingle Bell Rock is playing and he starts dancing (even closes his eyes for a second). A Grumpy Old Man looking character comes walking down the aisle. Obviously he's walking down the decorations aisle because it is the least populated one and he can get to the checkout quicker in order to buy his 750 count box of prunes and his extra large box of vitamins. He is grumbling about something or other, and looking down. Suddenly, he sees Baby E and gives him a little scowl as if to say "children should be seen and not heard". Baby E STOPS dancing, raises his hand in the air (as though he's waving) , nods his head once and grins. Grumpy Old Man stops in his tracks and doesn't smile, but GIGGLES at Baby E. Baby E nods again and resumes his dancing.
See, little thing, big difference. It made my day.