Totally ‘Got It’

, , , | Hopeless | May 20, 2016

(My wife and I are walking down an aisle near the checkout registers. A woman and her young (4- to 5-year-old) son are walking toward us. The son is carrying a toy gun. As they pass each person, he points the gun at them and makes a “pew pew” sound. When they pass us, he points the gun at me.)

Me: *grabs my chest, yelling* “Oh, no, he got me!”

(I fell to the floor, where I lay still for several seconds. I didn’t see it as his mother made him keep walking, but my wife said the look of shock he gave when he saw someone play along with him was priceless.)

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He’s Reaching For The Stars

, , | Right | May 13, 2016

(I work in a toy store and it’s not odd for me to be approached by children asking where items are located in the store. However, one day I’m approached by a little boy, his mother, and his grandmother.)

Boy: “Excuse me; do you have anything on planets?”

Me: “Planets? Sure! Right this way.”

(I lead the group to area for our science section which was where our space-centric toys were located and the little boy gasps.)

Boy: “I have that one!” *points to a space system mobile set* “Oh, I want this!” *picks up a box of glow-in-the-dark planets* “Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto!”

Me: “Woah, you know all the planets, huh?” *surprised because he can’t be older than three*

Boy’s Mother: “He knows all the moons, too. He just loves space.”

Boy: “Look! It’s got Saturn’s rings!” *holds up the set*

(Cutest little boy ever. Whenever I’m feeling a bit blue, I tend to think of the budding little space scientist.)

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Deciding To Take The Floor

, , , | Hopeless | May 9, 2016

(I’m around six in this story and shopping with my mom, and getting distracted easily. The mall is packed and I quickly end up losing sight of my mom in the crowds. I get upset and start crying and since my mom always told me to stay where I am if I get lost, I decide to sit down in the middle of the mall floor.)

Me: *crying*

Woman: *nearly tripping over me* “Woah! Hey, little girl are you all right?”

Me: “No.” *cries harder*

Woman: “Hold on! Where’s your mom?”

Me: *still crying* “I lost her!”

Woman: “Okay, why don’t you come with me and we’ll see if we can find her?”

Me: “Mommy told me not to move and not to go with strangers!” *crying harder*

Woman: “Okay. We’ll stay here, then, until she comes back!” *sits down, with all her bags, beside me on the ground*

(The woman was probably only in her early twenties, but stayed sitting with me and telling me stories to calm me down until my mother found me. She protected me from being tripped over and possibly injured. When my mom came back she declined the money my mom offered as thanks, instead choosing to hug me before saying goodbye. It was incredibly kind and my mom and I still talk about the story to this day!)

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Kids Can Be Pretty Awesome

, , , , , | Hopeless | May 7, 2016

(We’re nearing the end of final exam period at university and since I’m graduating the past few weeks have been excessively stressful. Between all night study sessions on and off, working off campus, and grad papers, I haven’t had much time to take care of my appearances and haven’t showered for a few days. Because of this, I’m really self-conscious about how I look, especially in crowded places like public transit. I’m heading to take my final exam waiting for the bus when I notice a little kid nearby with his mother who is staring at me. I assume it’s because I look like total crap, so I pull on my hood to hide, hoping the kid will look away. When he doesn’t, I turn to him and nervously try to play it off.)

Me: “Yeah, take a good look kid… This is what university does to you.”

Boy: *gets really happy* “You mean it makes people pretty?!”

(His delightful compliment was so genuine I almost started crying right there. That kid managed to make me smile and feel amazing for the first time in weeks. The feeling didn’t leave me even after I finished and passed my exam! Thanks, kid!)

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Cranking Down Mr. Cranky

, , | Working | May 5, 2016

(I am six years old, at the grocery store with my mom. We go to the register and end up behind a man who is berating the teenage cashier so viciously that she is openly crying. After a few minutes of listening to him, I pipe up:)

Man: *almost screaming at this point*

Me: “MISTER! You’re cranky! You need a nap!”

(The cashier’s jaw drops, the man turns toward me with an ugly look on his face, and Mom is praying that she won’t have to hit this man for turning on me. Suddenly he starts laughing.)

Man: “Young lady, I think you may be right!”

(He said he had been having an absolutely horrid day up to that point and apologized to the cashier for taking his frustrations out on her and to my mother for making us listen to his tirade.)

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