A woman in a grocery store happened upon a grandfather and his poorly-behaved
3-year-old grandson. It was obvious to her that Gramps has his hands full with
the child screaming
for candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie aisle; same for fruit,
cereal and soda in their respective aisles.
Meanwhile, Gramps was working his way around, saying in a controlled voice,
”Easy, Albert, we won’t be long — easy, boy.”
Another outburst, and she heard Gramps calmly say, “It’s okay, Albert, just a
couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”
At the checkout, the little terror was throwing items out of the cart, and
Gramps again in a controlled voice was
saying, “Albert, Albert, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five
minutes; stay cool, Albert.”
Very impressed, the woman went outside where Gramps was loading his groceries
and the boy into the car.
“You know, sir, it’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t
know how you did it. That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how
loud and
disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. Albert is
very lucky to have you as his grandpa.”
“Thanks, lady,” said Gramps, “But, I’m Albert — the little bastard’s name is
Stevie..” |
