Yesterday in Target my body went down the markers, etc. aisle even though my brain was screaming at me to keep walking and just get what I went in there for in the first place. A boy who looked about 10 or so was standing in the aisle, alone, holding a pack of markers. He was browsing, not panicking, so I smiled at him and browsed too. He walked up to me - at first I thought he would pass me, so I moved over. But he stopped in front of me and looked me straight in the eye; I could tell he wanted to say something. I assumed that even though I was wearing blue I looked incredibly competent, so I asked him if he needed help with anything. (Okay, I just read that sentence again. What I mean is I wasn't wearing the Target red and khaki!) He brushed my question off with a quick glance to the side, then looked back at me and said something, I can't remember what, but we talked about how we both loved this aisle and that he was a creative person. Then he began a 2- or 3-minute monologue about his imaginary friends, all of whom have names that start with S. He listed at least 10 names. He had a facial tick as he talked that made me think this topic was very important to him. He finished by insisting that since he created his friends, they can do whatever he wants them to do, and his mom and dad shouldn't get him in trouble when his friends do bad stuff. Sounds logical to me. Then he walked away...
I love it when that happens.
