Our entire family went out shopping last Friday night, hoping that the crowds of Black Friday shoppers were home, sleeping off their early morning plundering. Well, technically we just popped into Target to get a few things. I don’t think most people consider that shopping. Our girls certainly don’t. Yet Shaun and I, the mall-avoiders, do.
KT and I were happily browsing away in the seasonal section. We were having a wonderful time checking everything out. We had lights to look at, ornaments, stockings, wrapping paper, a menorah…anything you could possibly want. The only thing that was missing was the Christmas music every store in the area had forced us to listen to since October. I’m pretty sure it was playing, but it was being drowned out by a very unhappy child, screaming at the top of his lungs.
I did my best to ignore the poor little guy. After all, it was well past what I would consider to be a normal bed time. Then, there was all the excitement from all the Thanksgiving festivities. His frustration was understandable. I pushed aside my irritation at the child’s piercing screams and at his oblivious parents and just enjoyed my limited time with my daughter.
After a short time, Shaun and Mimi came from wherever they were to find us. Mimi asked if I had heard that kid screaming. I merely rolled my eyes and wondered if there was any way I couldn’t have noticed it. Then I realized that the screeching was gone.
Mimi informed me that Shaun slowly walked up to the child and told him that he had better watch out, because Santa was watching him.
The little boy looked up at Shaun. His eyes grew wide and realizing that Shaun must know what he was talking about, very slowly stopped his screaming.
Somehow, I think that little boy is going to be very, very good for the rest of the month.
Edit to add: You can read about Shaun’s first “groupies” HERE