This is our local grocery store, ShopRite, it’s kind of like a Food Lion. Kinda. Last friday there was a ShopRite run in the afternoon so I took one of my boys with me. I took Estevao (steve) who’s about 8 years old. I went up to the dorm and told him to stay in his nice school clothes but told him I’d explain why later. I didn’t want the entire dorm knowing I was taking him until the very last minute otherwise I’d be showered with “take me too!” I ended up being showered in those anyway, but I like to think I stopped some of it, lol. So anyway, we’re in the bus with two other missionaries and one visitor and I pull out my old cell phone so we can listen to music with earphones. Estevao is not a quiet kid, not at all, it’s part of what I adore about him. But on the ride there he was so out of his element it was adorable! He was silent! I kept dancing to the music trying to get him into it and he’d only give like 10% effort :-) So when we get there I tell him the rules of ShopRite before we walk in –something I learned from babysitting. I told him to always hold my hand or touch the cart and not to ask for anything, at all. He did amazing! He was my little helper, it was so cute :-) He loved pushing the cart, something I forgot all kids love to do. He carried things for me, and put the vegetables on the scales. So cute! And he did really well not asking for anything, but he did make an effort to point out every cool toy. Which up until that point I had never noticed. Nearing the end of the trip he saw a big cool toy car and said in English, “me for car.” I died laughing inside, but told him, “Don’t ask for anything please.” And then he said, again in English, “I said Jesus!” Hahaha, I died. So once we had finished getting all of our coisas (things) I bought him a soda and chocolate. The drive home was lovely, he almost spilled his soda a hundred times and his hands were covered in chocolate –a true kid :-)
