I had promised myself that I would bite my tongue before I said anything negative about his selection. It was his money, his choice, his Lego. With my teeth clamped tightly on my tongue, he put his selection in the shopping cart. Why is it that every Wal-Mart has at least one cart with a wheel that is locked, lopsided, or lists to the left and I always end up with that one? We lurched toward the checkout stand with the loaded Legos.
As the cashier scanned and removed the detonating device from the Lego box, the eight-year-old pulled out his gift cards. Card number one had either been next to my cell phone or had been used and forgotten because it was blank. I bite my tongue. Card number two was ok as was card three and four and my tongue began to swell. Card number five was for McDonald’s and so could not be used to purchase Legos, and card number six completed the purchase with $5.22 to spare.
“What’s the matter Mom? Are you crying?”