its the little things. and the big things.
a few mornings ago silas and i were in walmart and an older man who worked there was stocking shelves. he had a big belly and a long white beard. silas is 2. you know what is coming. silas shouts in a booming voice, tiny finger pointing at the man...
"santa claus!!!"
i'm trying to not laugh too loud as i try to push the cart on and tell silas that that is not santa claus, but just a man who works at walmart.
he's sure about what he sees.
"no, that santa claus!"
a few minutes later "santa claus" was stocking shelves on the isle we were on. silas leans around me and says in the voice most filled with wonderment....
"hi santa claus. hi santa claus. hi santa claus..." {on repeat}
"santa claus" never acknowledged silas, but another customer stopped as asked me if that was indeed what he was saying, and she walked away laughing. i heard her laughing several isles over, too.
only minutes later on the cereal isle, an unsuspecting customer walks by us to grab his grape nuts off the shelf...and we would have just gone on, but it was early in the morning and this guy was still wearing his bright blue pajama pants covered in bright yellow smiling faced moons...
"mama, he in pajamas!!!"
silas yells this, perfectly clear, not just in that tongue that only parents could understand.
the man looks at me, obviously embarrassed and i can only laugh and explain that 2 year olds call it like they see it. fortunately this guy had a good sense of humor.
{the jokester himself pretending to sleep in the laundry basket as i write this....}
