“No, thank you.”
Wait, what? I must have missed something. The three-year old pulling on my arm about where the toy store is must have distracted me. I didn’t even hear someone ask him a question. We continued walking the mall, bought some clothes for the kids and tried not to be too embarrassed when either yelled or cried. Then, on the way back toward the car,
“Oh, no. I don’t think I can do this again.” Again?
“Would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?”
“No, thank you.” Seriously?
I couldn’t believe it. I kept moving as I didn’t want to lag behind him with the stroller. The sheer willpower he had to say no to two adorable girls peddling bites of sugary heaven was impressive. But to do it twice?
I am constantly surprised by Sir’s strength. Anyone who can turn down boxes of Somoas or Thin Mints can chain me to the bed anytime.