Today Seth and I were in our neighborhood Quik Trip. (Oh Quik Trip, how I love thee! Your fountain soda selection is lovely. And although I get dizzy thinking about all of the crazy concoctions I could create, alas I get the same thing everytime.)

As Seth and I stood in line to pay for my “Coke cocktail” (3/4 diet coke with 1/4 regular Coke) and his chocolate milk, Seth did what he usually does. He squatted down to study the candy bins. (I am amazed at how the candy bins can capture his full attention for minutes on end. Nothing but the Hotwheels aisle at Target can compete.)

At one point he turned to me and said, “Mom, could I please have a piece of candy?” He gave me “the eyes”. You know what I mean. Those sweet, innocent eyes commonly found on Precious Moments figurines. Only a person with a shriveled heart made out of tar can resist “the eyes”.

At that point I said, “Sure bun. You can have a Tootsie Roll.”

He said, “Thank you”, then picked out two small Tootsie rolls. Then he quickly, quietly returned to my side. (And yes, I said “one” but when it comes to little boys who hate to stand still in a line, but do so with no fuss or fury, taking an extra Tootsie roll is a silly thing to make an issue out of, yes?)

A Quik Trip employee who was stocking the candy bins caught the exchange. He said to me, “You know, I rarely hear a child ask for candy in such a polite way. Most kids start whining or screaming at their parents to buy something. You’ve got a really great kid there.”

Of course, this made me melt.

“Yes. He IS a pretty good boy,” I said. “I thinking we’ll probably keep him.”

The employee laughed and walked away.

When we got back out to the car, I gave him a big hug. I only let go when he said, “Mooommmm. You’re hugging me too tight.” I told him how proud I am of him and how wonderful he is.

Seth is a high-energy, motor mouth. He’s a tornado disguised as a little boy. My patience had been wearing thin lately. I needed a stranger to remind me of his sweetness. I feel kind of guilty that I did so, but yet so grateful someone did.

(And trust me, although he’s a good kid, he’s not always that well-behaved.)