Here’s a story that’s equal parts adorable and awful.
I was in the beading aisle, putting stuff away that the replenishment crew didn’t get a chance to and a family comes through. Mom, dad, four year old son. All of them have prominent eyebrows. I ask them if they need help finding anything.
The mom is looking for charms and chains but mostly she’s just getting ideas for a project.
The dad looks mostly bored.
The kid is occupying himself with a foam sword- knocking stuff over from the seat of the cart. I’m not too mad about it because when I pick them up and put them back he generally gets the idea that he’s not supposed to be knocking stuff over. So all in all- pretty good kid.
The mom excitedly thanks me for helping her find stuff and says she’ll be back, the dad starts to follow her out of the aisle with the kid in the cart.
But before they’re out, he leans over to his son and says:
“Miko- show her what we do to the ladies.”
And I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was certainly not for this 4-year-old to give me this dopey grin while waggling BOTH of his very thick eyebrows at me.