I realize that most of my posts about kindness involve grocery shopping. Perhaps something about the brightly lighted displays and fresh flowers of a grocery store puts people in a cheerful, cooperative, and helpful mood. Or maybe it's just that most of my interaction with the outside world happens at grocery stores. Also, it is likely that a grocery shopping trip is the time when a very pregnant mother of two young children appears to need the most help. But, whatever the reason, I find people to be very kind when I am grocery shopping.
This week I had a very short shopping list, so we made it through the store pretty quickly. The store wasn't very busy, but there was only one cashier, so the line was quite long. When it was our turn to check out, my three year old decided to help load the groceries onto the conveyor belt. He grabbed a gallon of milk and dropped it. The carton broke and milk exploded everywhere. Everyone had to move out of line so that the mess could be cleaned up. After the milk had been mopped the cashier rang up my groceries. Just as she announced my total someone pushed his way to the front of the line and said, "Wait, I got you another gallon of milk." He had been behind me in line, and when he saw the mess he ran to the back of the store to replace the exploded gallon.
On an unrelated note, we have survived our first potty training experience at our house. Survive is too dramatic a word. The whole process was remarkably uneventful. It did prompt some rather hilarious conversations about anatomy. But I try to remember that someday my children will grow up and be old enough to be embarrassed. So, while they are fabulous stories that would make you laugh, I have decided that they probably ought not be broadcast in an online venue. Just know that life has been pretty funny around here lately.
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