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It’s As Simple As That

, , , , , , , | Romantic | May 2, 2021

My husband is working a late shift. I go to the garden gate with him to see him off. A woman and a little girl are walking past in the street.


That woman avoids eye contact with us.

Woman: “Yes, that’s because they’re in love.”

Girl: “Awwww!”

No Argument From Us

, , , , | Related | May 1, 2021

I work from home in online customer service, where we usually talk with customers via phone. Since our opening hours are from morning until late evening, I most often still work after my husband and our two small children have come home.

The children are very good at not coming into my “office” (our bedroom) while I’m working, but they are still small, so they tend to forget every now and then, and there’s no lock on the door. Usually, it’s no harm.

I am in the middle of a call when my two-and-a-half-year-old comes in. I try to tell them without words to go out, but they have a “very important message” to give me and will not leave no matter what. I have no other option but to ask if the customer is okay with being on hold for a second.

The important message?

Toddler: “Mommy, I am your friend.”

They gave me a bright smile and walked away happily.

I had to inform the customer about this. They could only agree that the message was indeed very important.

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Self-Love Is Tops

, , , , , | Related | April 28, 2021

My niece is around three.

Me: “I love you, [Niece].”

Niece: “I know. Everyone loves me.”

Me: “Oh? Everyone does?”

Niece: “Uh-huh. Mommy is always telling me she love me, and [Grandmother] does, and my teachers all love me.”

Me: “I understand why they would all love you. You’re smart, kind, and one of the best-behaved kids I’ve ever known. What’s not to love?”

I still smile when I remember her confidence in declaring everyone loved her. I hope she can keep up that self-esteem as she gets older!

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Hidden Rocks Versus Easter Eggs

, , , | Right | April 19, 2021

Hidden Rocks are small rocks that people paint with flowers or other designs, usually with amusing or encouraging messages on them. In the garden store where I work, one of the managers has two children who paint them in their church youth group, so we find them around the store pretty regularly.

About a week before Easter, I find one on the garden center register. It’s painted with some flowers and a little pink bunny and says, “Hoppy Easter.” I decide to leave it for a customer to find and put it on a shelf where I can see it from the counter.

Surprisingly, no one finds it for several days.

An older woman comes up to the counter along with a little boy about five years old. Although they don’t say much, the stress and anxiety just pour out from both. I think maybe I can cheer up the boy a little. While the lady is putting away her wallet, I talk to the little guy.

Me: “I see something real cute. I think the Easter Bunny might have left it. Would you like to see?”

This poor kid is absolutely stone-faced but nods his head. I walk over to the shelf and point to the rock. This kid’s face just lights up. The transformation is amazing. He grabs the rock and runs over to his Grandma.

Boy: “Grandma! Grandma! Look what I finally found! Can I keep it? Now I have one, too!”

Grandma looks like she is ready to cry.

Grandma: “Of course you can keep it, sweetheart. We’ll take it home and put it with mine.”

Then, she looks at me.

Grandma: “You have no idea what you’ve done for him today. His mother was in a bad car accident a few days ago. His dad has been at the hospital ever since and he’s been with me. We still don’t know if his mom will make it. This is the first time he’s smiled since it happened. Thank you, my dear. God bless you and Happy Easter.”

They left with the little boy still holding his rock and chattering happily. Fortunately, there was no one else in line as I needed a minute to pull myself together.

I never saw the lady again, so I don’t know if the boy’s mom was okay, but I told the manager that her kids did a good thing. Thank you to the painter who helped a little boy have a few happy moments in what had to be a horrible time.

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Adorable, Lovable, Cute, Endearing, Sweet, And Darling

, , , , , | Related | April 3, 2021

When I am nine and my sister is five, our neighbor Roger decides he needs to live in an assisted living facility. Knowing that I play violin and piano, he gives me his clockwork, non-electronic metronome — a device that clicks to keep you on tempo. I put it on top of the rather tall upright piano.

Later that week, I am given an English assignment to use a thesaurus on a previously-written essay.

Me: “Mom, have you seen Roger’s Thesaurus anywhere?”

Mom: “What did you say?”

Sister: “What’s a thesaurus?”

Mom: “Did you say, ‘Roger’s Thesaurus’?”

Me: “Yeah, that’s what my teacher wants me to use.”

Sister: “What’s a thesaurus?”

Mom: “It’s not Roger’s; it’s Roget’s! I’ll call and ask your father where it is. I know we have one. Go ahead and get on the computer.”

I turn to explain to my sister what a thesaurus is, but she has left the room, so I head downstairs to the family desktop.

A couple of minutes later, I hear a crash from upstairs. Figuring it is my mom dropping things like usual, I ignore it. My sister then comes bounding down the stairs with a freshly-forming bruise on the side of her face, metronome in hand.

Sister: *Happily* “I got Roger’s dinosaur for you! I had to climb on the coffee table to get it, and the coffee table fell over and I fell, but don’t worry. I didn’t break anything. I’m okay, too.”

Me: “Um, thanks. That was really nice of you. But I don’t have to practice violin until later. Why’d you bring this to me? And why do you think it’s a dinosaur?”

Sister: “But you told Mom you needed Roger’s dinosaur for your English homework! This is the only thing Roger gave you!”

I figure out that the “saurus” in “thesaurus” confused her. I explain that this is a metronome and what a thesaurus is. 

Mom: “Your dad had the thesaurus in the shed for some— [Sister], are you okay?!”

Sister: “I’m fine! Give [My Name] the dinosaur book so it can teach her fancy words! [My Name], will you teach me some fancy dinosaur words, too?”

Twenty-five years later, my sister still calls long, complicated words “dinosaur words.” I still have that metronome.