six!!!

We had a crazy day at work yesterday -- holiday shoppers gone wild and what not. Thus far, I am really enjoying my job as far as a temporary gig goes. The BCS is really nice to its employees, and I have been getting a fair amount of positive feedback from my managers, which is always good for the ego. The combo deal means I don't really mind going to work, outside from the fact that it's tiring and of course I miss Mateo while I'm gone. Still - I know it's good for me and probably him too.

Yesterday, I was helping a customer who had her little boy in tow. He was blond and looked like a bit of a troublemaker, and was missing a few front teeth. In other words, cuteness extreme. He started telling me about a book he had recently read, and I half talked to him and half talked to his mom for a moment. Then he whispered to his mom, " I want to ask her alinadsg lknadsoginag." She leaned down (trying to keep the conversation confidential because you never know what a little kid can say), "What was that honey?"

He loud-whispered back, "I want to ask her if she has a son."

Before the mom could get awkward, I leaned over and said, "Did you want to ask me something?"

"Do you have a son?" he asked, with a big semi-toothed grin.

"I do!" I answered.

"How old is he?" he asked.

"He is six months old," I said.

Triumphantly, he pointed at himself and said, "I'm SIX!!!"

"Well, what do you know? You're six years old and my son is six months old. Of course, you know how to do a lot of things that he doesn't know how to do yet, but you guys have the number six in common."

He paused for a moment, looked at me kinda sweetly and said, "I bet he's wondering where you are right now."

Just about broke my heart.

In other news, I sort of accidently got placed in the kids department at the BCS -- much to my own happiness -- so these kinds of stories might abound.