One of my favorite things to do is to take little kids to the Goodwill store and let them pick out a toy. It’s great because their aren’t 5 million toys to choose from, like at regular stores, and the cost is negligible. It is also a great place for training kids because of the small square footage and low cost of replacing anything broken. (I never mentioned this in Chasing Lilly, but Goodwill was the only store that I could take Lilly to without stressing.)
So, the other day I had three grandchildren with me, and we decided to go bargain-hunting at the Goodwill! They were excited, and I was happy to take them.
Driving there, I thought about one little six-year-old fellow who usually breaks and runs in his excitement, and I lose sight of him. When we got there, I wouldn’t let the kids out of the car until I looked at them, and told them that anyone who did not stay right beside me at all times would not get to pick out a toy. I repeated it on the way up the sidewalk to the door.
After about ten steps into the store, a certain little boy took off running to the toy area at the back of the store, and left the rest of us in the dust. I knew exactly where he was, but he was totally out of sight, and he had not listened. I told my ten-year-old granddaughter to run ahead and ask him, “Where are you supposed to be?”
Sure enough, a startled little boy ran back down the aisles toward my direction, and when he saw me, he froze. He knew.
“You won’t be able to pick out a toy today, Tommy.”
He took it reasonably well, but it was obvious that he was so disappointed.
I didn’t tell him, but after we left, I decided that I wanted to take him again the next day, to give him another chance. Guess what happened? You will have to tune in next time! – love my readers, Nealie