Last night we went to the grocery store. Baguette hates going to the grocery store, but she loves being there. And who wouldn’t? There’s so much to look at. She ran around (we are careful to go when it’s not too busy) and repeatedly exclaimed, “Wow! Food!”
While I checked out, Mr. Sandwich followed Baguette on her continued explorations. As I loaded the bags into the cart, I saw them standing next to a grandfatherly security guard, who took one of the free balloons off of the display and handed it to Baguette. And from across the room, I heard her trill, “Ten-tu!”
Afterward, Mr. Sandwich and I commented on how pleased we were that she’d said thank you (normally, this is a statement she reserves for the drive-through window). Mr. Sandwich said, “The security guard was charmed.”
I replied, “And that’s when she began her career as an international jewel thief, eluding capture because she’s so appreciative and polite.”
That’s right, Your Honor. My daughter is The Thank-You Bandit.
Photo by Jerry Downs, via Flickr.
The Thank You Bandit–perfect! Wish I’d thought of that–I’ve got two of my own. The “Sank you” of one and the “tank oo” from the other would let them make off with the Star of India.
It’s the teamwork that will make them successful. After that, they just need to avoid squabbling over distribution of the loot.