Hooking me Up Date Friday, April 19, 2024 - 07:52 PM PST Topic Icky People The CUTEST thing almost just happened. I was in the grocery store. The frozen food section of course. I was stocking up on dinner. Behind me there was a lady with 3 kids who I was trying not to notice. After piling my cart high with nerd food, I turned around. The baby in the cart seat was trying to get mom's attention (she was leaned over the other way digging something out of the ice cream bin thingy), the little boy was trying to pester his sister, and the little girl was arguing with the little boy while swinging on the front of the cart. As I turned around, the little girl stopped her argument mid sentence and stared at me. This isn't too unusual, and since there was no malice or fear in her look, I gave her a little 'hey kid' smile. She just started glowing. That kind of innocent glowing that only 3 year olds (and schizophrenics) can do. Poor kid prolly got absolutely no attention. I figured I should prolly get outta there before the mom turned around and gave me the 'Dirty Man' glare. That's the look reserved for single men who talk to children that fathers never get the pleasure of experiencing. The girl though would have none of that. As I started to push my cart away, she (still glowing and smiling hugely) asked me what my name was. Even the most cynical brat hater (that would be me) can't resist a glowing 3 year old trying to be friendly, so I smiled back and (risking 'Dirty Man Glare') told her "My name's Devin". She glowed even more at not being ignored and started looking really excited, so I waited a second (the polite thing to do) for her to say "My name's Little Suzie the Adorable" or whatever. Here is where the unexpected part happened. Instead of introducing herself, she grabbed her mom's hand and YANKED her out of the ice cream bin. As her mom was catching her balance, Little Suzie the Cute Proclaimed - as if she were introducing herself - "This is Mo.. um.... Dana". Then proceeded to look back and forth at us, as if waiting for us to hand her a wedding invitation. As the utter adorability of what just happened was sinking in, Mo... um... Dana said "um.. hi..." in the voice of a Jerry Springer guest on her third divorce who still hasn't learned not to let boys beat her (judging from the ages and the looks of the kids, that's probably about right). Then she scooped up her kids and skittered on down towards the frozen pizza. I got a glimpse of the crushed look on Little Suzie the Snatched Away's Face, and it was really a sad thing to see - but I didn't look back. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=44