Yesterday afternoon I took Super Z to Wal-mart for our weekly shopping trip. He agreed to sit in the "baby seat" of the buggy (a) so he could talk to me and (b) because I let him have a sucker. Hey! I never said that I was above bribing my son!
We had a pretty good trip. He wanted everything in the store because, "Me and my sister need it!" We were able to strike a compromise. I only had to buy half of the contents of Wal-Mart. Half is better than all, right?
As we were checking out, a Hispanic couple got in line behind us, directly in the line of Super Z fire. Of course, Super Z attempted to strike up a conversation with them, he has to strike up a conversation with everybody that he sees. It would have been rude of him not to.
As I was unloading the buggy I heard him ask, "So, what are you getting for Christmas, Man?"
I looked up to see the man smiling worriedly. In broken English he responded, "Yes, yes, Merry Christmas!"
Super Z shook his head and ignored the shushes from the Mom end of our arrangement.
"No, I said what are you getting for Christmas," Super Z insisted.
The man and the woman both smiled hopelessly at me indicating that they had no idea what the boy was saying. I returned their smile and continued to unload my buggy.
"You know, Christmas? What are you getting? Christmas?What are you getting for Christmas?," Super Z implored becoming more and more agitated by the minute.
"Super Z, they can't understand you," I tried again, smiling at the cashier who was cracking up by this point.
He glanced at me briefly and then looked back at his audience.
"You have to know Christmas," he declared and then broke out in song, "Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride in a four horse open sleigh! HEY!" (What can I say? It is four horses in Super Z world.)
The people just smiled weakly.
At that point my son threw his hands up. "Aren't you even ready for Christmas?," he asked sadly. He shook his head slowly as I pushed the cart towards the door.
"You know, Mom. I don't think they are ready for Christmas.," he said simply.
I just patted his little hand and smiled.
15 comments:
I LOVE IT!!! We could use him here with the "people" we have in our stores.....
He had me at the four horse open sleigh. I'll be singing it that way from now on!
Aww, he's worried about them. What a sweet little guy you have! (BTW, my mother used to say Walmart had a $100 cover charge! LOL!)
teach him to sing feliz navidad!!!
Super Z is so cute. And contemplative too "I don't think they are ready for Christmas" I love it!
That's one of the sweetest stories I've heard in a long time. What an adorable son you have :)
No doubt about it - Super Z is clearly almost as cute as my grandchildren! What a great story. Pamela's suggestion to teach him to sing "Feliz Navidad" was a howler, too!
I'm with Pam - teach him to say it in all languages!
P.S. Could you please update my site name on your blog roll? Pretty please? ;)
He's such a sweetheart, my son Mikal would talk to everyone too. I thought you were going to say that he spoke Spanish.
That is so cute! I wish some of my latest trips to Wal-Mart could have been 1/2 that fun!
Oh. How sweet. In Spanish it's Cascabel Cascabel lindo Cascabel von sus notas de aligrias von buscante el. I think. Spelling is certainly off.
Oh Serina, this was so much fun to read. I can just visualize it! Super Z has such a big, persistent heart.
P.S. At Wal-Mart. Half IS better than all.
P.S.S. Look at AFF's comment, she's a nut, no? :)
Ok, now I really wanna bite!!
Too cute, Serina. You got a very compassionate and loving boy in Super Z!! Apples don't fall far from trees, ya know. :D
That is very sweet of Super Z to worry about that couple! He didn't say he wanted to go back to help them get ready? ...There WAS half a store left to buy!! :)
It must bec a pretty powerful sleigh to warrant four horses.
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