Since I had some money to burn and we were out of toilet paper, I thought we might as well go buy some cleaning supplies and groceries. You know, fun stuff. We were at Wal-Mart, America’s favorite place to buy junk or my last resort to save a penny. The boys were having a good day. Then we saw them.
Triplets. About a year old. Each in his/her own wagon, hooked together to make a train, pulled by the grandma as the mom paid for the stuff. And Tornado E was in love.
We happened to all walk out together and through the parking lot. Tornado E, riding on the cart like a fireman, kept waving and calling out “Hi, Babies! Bye, Babies!” The babies were enamored by Tornado E, smiling big smiles. Tornado S was amused for a moment and then moved on.
As luck would have, we were parked next to each other. Tornado E asked if he could say hi to the babies, and I gave him consent, reminding him to give them some personal space. He then proceeded to have a long discussion with the mom and grandma over all kinds of things. I finally roped him back, saying they had to go, we had to go. The grandma smiled at me and told me her youngest talked like that to everyone too.
I tried to buckle Tornado E into the car, but he was trying to get away.
Tornado E: Mommy! Mommy! I have to tell them something! I have to tell them that I’ll come to their house today to help them with the babies!
Me: But Tornado E, you have school today.
Tornado E: Mommy! I have to tell them I can’t come over today! I’ll tell them I’ll come over tomorrow!
Me: That’s sweet of you, baby. But look they’re busy getting the babies in the car. We’ll tell them the next time we see them.
I only hope that Tornado E wants to be this helpful with his own baby.