Hello to you, too!

[krikketgirl]

Earlier today, while I was helping the Youngest Boy choose potential reading material (anthropomorphized animals solving mysteries FTW!), a small child came into the aisle where we were standing. I did not know this small child, nor was I blocking this small child's journey through the aisle.

So I do not really understand why he whacked me on the arm--with some force, I might add--and then stood there for a moment, surveying my face. "I BEG your PARdon," I said, and he wheeled and darted off.

Audience Participation: Why?