There were only two check-out lines open, and the self-service lanes, so the lines wrapped around and clogged the wide, main aisle. I leaned on the shopping cart handle, wondering if any other clerks would bother opening up a register to get the lines moving. I didn’t hold out much hope.
“So what was your blog about today, Daddy?”
I blinked a couple of times, and looked down. My four year-old daughter stared up at me, all gray, bright eyes and curly pony tail, her cheeks bunched into a beautiful smile.
“My blog?” I said. I shifted my weight and couldn’t stop the grin spreading over my face like a wet diaper stain.
“Yeah, what was your blog about?”
She didn’t avert her eyes from mine, and put her little hands over my forearms.
I looked at my wife, wearing a huge smile herself, watching us. I looked back at her. She still grinned up at me, waiting for an answer.
“W-ell,” I said, and suddenly struggled to recall what I’d blogged about. “Daddy … has a friend who moved into a very small town, and I blogged about what it might be like to live there.”
“Who’s your friend?”
“His name is Doug.”
“Oh, Doug! I remember Doug! I like him!” Her smile broadened and beamed. “What else?”
“Uh … well, nothing, really. I just … blogged about what it might be like to live in a very tiny town like he does now. I liked the idea.”
“Cool.” She stretched out her arms and encircled my neck, then kissed me. She turned her attention back to the line, the people, the magazines, and mostly her brother.
I tipped my head and watched her in wonder. She genuinely wanted to know what my blog was about. I didn’t know what to make of it, but she wanted to know. Her little pony tail wagged and bounced as she turned her back to me. I kissed the back of her head, and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
I hope she asks me again today. I really do.
All original content © 2009 DarcKnyt
ALL rights reserved.
Related articles by Zemanta
- I know it’s Halloween, so let’s talk about Christmas! (momblognetwork.com)
- Bad on So Many Levels (saintegenevievewinery.blogspot.com)