We slept late this morning because the kids had a busy weekend, so Sam and I were a little rushed at the donut store. When we got there, our friend Sue was particularly cranky today—she reported that she had thrown out her back early that morning at work, but couldn’t get a hold of anyone else to come relieve her of duties, so was suffering through. I asked if I could run and get her something at the drugstore or something, but she declined.
After that, Sam looked at me and said, “We need to do something nice for Sue.”
“That’s a great idea, Sam. What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Well, what if we buy her something. Like a dress. Not a wedding dress, but just a regular dress. For every day.”
Quick thinking required, “That would be so nice, Sam, but I’m not sure we know her size. It’s hard to buy clothes for people if we don’t know their size,” I said.
“I’m 4 and a half. You know my size, right, mom?” Sam asked.
“Yes, definitely. Do you have a different idea?”
“How about groceries? We could go to the grocery store and buy her some food. Everyone likes food,” Sam offered.
“Why do you want to do something for Sue,” I asked, curious.
“Because she makes us the best donuts!” Sam said.
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