Little B has developed a bossy streak. It goes quite nicely with his stubborn streak.
Simone has no idea where he got any of it from. Possibly a garage sale last summer...
Yesterday, as Simone pushed a cart in the grocery store, little B raced around, calling out the numbers of the aisles. Very helpfully, he put a bag of sugar in the grocery cart. Simone had no need of sugar but little B seemed to feel that the sugar was very important so Simone left it there.
After loading up on skim milk and yogurt, they finally neared the bakery. The bakery is a place of many wondrous smells but its primary bonus is that the bakers give out a free cookie to children under the age of 10.
Once upon a time, little B did not know about the cookies. Now he won't leave the store without his free treat. He even goes as far as racing back to the bakery while Simone stands in line at the checkout, should his mother have forgotten to take him to the bakery.
So... as they neared the bakery, little B's pace increased. Soon, he was running but he came to a skidding halt just past the doorframe into the bakery.
"Hi!" He called out cheerfully to the bakers.
"Hi," said one back.
"Ah ha!" Little B must have thought. "Got one!"
"You!" said little B. "Go get me a cookie."
"Said 'Please!'," said Simone in a horrified stage whisper.
"Puh-leez," mumbled little B.
The baker handed little B a cookie with a pair of tongs. Little B grabbed the cookie and inserted it in his mouth.
"Thank-you! Say 'Thank-you'!" Hissed Simone.
"Tankoo," little B mouthed around the cookie.
"You're welcome," grinned the baker.
Thank goodness for good humour!
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