A few dollars in my pocket and chance to treat the family, for once!

I do love how you trudged across the street to take advantage of a sale on our delightful family treats. It is not easy to find something that we all like that you can afford on your meager, occasional salary from mowing at Uncle T's. You told me the story of not really watching as you crossed the street. I must be more careful, you said. I certainly agree that you children go the wrong way to the store, as I see it. But, if you are going to cross that street that way, you certainly, need to watch very carefully. You're not a baby!

4 for 7 dollars were the granola bars that we Walker family all agree are the very best there is. You took my card VIC card and I can't find it now, so you must still have it. You rang it up yourself at self service and it came up to 9$. You didn't have 9 dollars, you only had 8 dollars with you. What shall I do? At your age, I probably would have fled the store and just not bought them, saying, that I must have been mistaken about the sign that said that so clearly. Not you. You bravely asked the attendant after feeling like it was your error. You counted and recounted your eight dollars to see if it might add up to 9 by some miraculous means, and it didn't. But the price was right that you saw. It was 7 dollars and you had the privilege of treating your entire family to a delightful snack that lasted a couple of days. You loved doling them out as requested, especially when your younger brother asks you. The chance to be the providing big brother made you feel significant and I am glad that it did.

You will have many a chance to be a big fellow, but none as significant as the first time.