Ever since I was little, I have been a pretty good judge of character. I have always had this ability to see right down into your character. On more than one occasion, my sister would say to me, “didn’t you just LOVE so-and-so?” and I would be all “uh, no.” Then later we would find out that so-and-so was a you-know-what. LOL. Except for guys I dated. Character was lacking on more than one occasion. But whatever.
The funny thing is, I see this trait in my children now. OK, I see this trait in The Baby. The Boy won’t get into the car when I tell him but he would go home with a serial killer. The Baby? He just seems to “know” if you have a kind heart.
Last night we went to Chipotle for dinner. Monday is probably my longest day of the week since there is no school and then The Husband doesn’t get home til after 8. I do desperate things like take the kids to the Rotavirus Playground in the mall. Sure I dip them in a 55 gallon drum of clorox when we are done, but it only does so much good. I felt slightly better since The Green Nose was prevalent everywhere. It’s the only sharing that kids will readily do without complaint.
But back to The ‘Potle. The Boy is running around like a maniac and I’m just eating away. Normally I am one of those, let’s-not-disturb-others-while-they-are-eating, but I’ll admit that I didn’t care yesterday. I was too tired. I looked over at The Baby and his whole body was turned around in his high chair because he was trying to get this guy’s attention. And he was working it. The man was getting his drink and had his back to us. Did The Baby care? No.
The man was probably in his mid to late 50’s and he was alone. Let me correct that. He seemed lonely. He sat down at the table behind us and now The Baby is looking like Rosemary’s Baby with the head spinning around. He finally got the man’s attention.
Man: Well, hello there, little man.
The Baby’s smile could have melted Satan. He whipped his head around so I could see that he had accomplished his goal. It was as if he was saying, “LOOK!!! He LOOKED at me!!!”
K: The Baby likes you.
Man: Aw, I think he likes my jacket or something.
K: No. He likes you. He’s a good judge of character, that son of mine. He knows a good soul when he sees one.
With that we exchanged pleasantries and the such. Then he got up and asked The Baby to shake his hand. The Baby deliriously complied.
When he left, that man was a completely different man than the one who walked into Chipotle. He now had a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
It’s amazing how far the littlest of kindnesses will go.