Yesterday I was shopping in a local antique store searching for that elusive perfectly matching recliner for my living room.
While I was there I was reminded of an incident years ago...
One particular day I was wandering around the massive expanse of a furniture and home decor store with my late husband when I hear this over the loudspeaker:
Loudspeaker: “Code Adam in kitchen section. Code Adam in kitchen section.”
We are in the kitchen section, so I look around to see a distraught woman surrounded by three employees. Ah, well, all seems to be handled, I figure, so late husband and I continue to the next section… where I see the toes of some little running shoes sticking out from behind a cabinet.
Me: *To my late husband* “Hold on a...”
I break away from him and find a young boy, maybe three years old, crouching behind the cabinet. He is grinning and he keeps peeking around the corner toward the kitchen section. I move beside him and slide down the cabinet to sit beside him — on the far side so I’m not blocking his view of the kitchen section.
Me: “Are you playing hide-and-seek?”
He looks at me excitedly and nods. I nod back.
Me: “With your mother?”
He nods again enthusiastically.
Me: “Does she know?”
The nod comes WAY slower and is very hesitant.
Me: “Okay. What say we go tell your mother that you’re playing? Then she’ll be ready to play and it’ll be more fun.”
Boy: “Okay!”
He leaps up and we walk side-by-side back into the kitchen section. When his Mother sees him, she breaks away from the group of employees and races to her boy. I nod at her and walk away, back to my late husband, who’s flabbergasted.
Late Husband: “What happened?”
Me: “The mother lost her kid. I just brought him back.”
Late Husband: “What? How did you know?”
Me: “A freaked-out woman and some kid’s feet? I just figured that they’ve gotta be connected, you know?”
However, now days the feet are somewhat bigger and reclined up in a chair. 😄
Nana
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