Saturday, August 06, 2011

Why It is Impossible to Have a Conversation With a 6-Year Old

Child: Can I have a lemonade when we get home?

Mom: No.

Two minutes pass.

Child: So, remember how you said I could probably have a lemonade when we get home?

Mom: No.

Child: Well, you definitely said I could have one, I'm sure.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

It's the Little Things

You know what I love? I love it when someone waits to hold a door open for me. Not sure why that totally makes my day, but it does.

I like it when people open doors for me in general, but there is something about a person actually standing there, waiting for you to catch up from twenty feet away, holding the door open for no other reason than the fact that you'll eventually get to it and need it open, that just makes me all warm and fuzzy. It's like the kindness of opening a door, times ten. I love the implicit kindness of setting aside a few seconds of their own rushed schedule to do a small nice thing for someone else (in this case, me).

And yes, it's on my mind because it just happened a few moments ago. Mr. Anonymous Stranger Who Took The Time To Make My Day, a thousand blessings and good karma on your head.