Last night I found myself at Ruby Tuesday’s, and if recollection serves me well (it probably doesn’t), the last time I remember eating there was when my sister’s family came over.
We were all sitting there at the dinner table having a nice conversation when the hostess walked by and the four-year old in the group spontaneously flagged her down in the most polite manner:
“Excuse me, miss,” …we all paused, as this was unexpected… “would you mind bringing me a blue crayon? I’m trying to draw the sky.” Sitting in front of him was a little pack of red, yellow, and green, completely inadequate for the task at hand.
She smiled, and returned a moment later, presenting him with a blue crayon. “There you go, sir.”
“Thank you very much, this will do nicely.” And immediately he returned to his coloring.
We just sat there looking at each other like what the heck just happened.
When did kids get so much older than us? 😉