I was "picked up" by a younger man today. It was really quite exciting. I was leaving our church dining hall after enjoying our annual 'great chili cook-off' which was a delicious experience. As I stopped on the way out to throw away my trash, a younger man suddenly threw his arms around me. As I glanced down I saw the cutest little toddler hugging my knees. It was as high as he could reach. When I looked down he seemed a little surprised. Moms and grandmas wearing pants tend to look a lot alike from the knees down. He looked a little startled when he saw my face, but then (you could see the little gears working) he decided that I must be a grandma and, as such, possibly a soft touch. It's a pretty safe assumption with grandparents. He let go of my knees, grabbed my fingers (such a sweet feeling) and led me over to the dessert table. Once we got there he pointed determinedly at a clear plastic box of donuts that he could just see over the edge of the table. Happily for all concerned, except maybe the little smooth operator, his mom and dad, who had been watching this little drama play out, intervened and led him away from the dessert table and out the door. Alas, I never even learned his name.
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