On Tuesday after school, my kindergarten grandson decided that a candy cane would sure taste good. We headed to CVS to purchase some good old fashioned candy canes.
When we entered the store, he wanted me to ask someone where the candy canes were. He said we would save time. I assured him that they would be with the Christmas candy, so off we went. There were only about four boxes left, and none of them contained the traditional, red and white variety. There were three boxes of Lifesaver canes and one box of Spree canes. He examined them carefully and chose the Spree box.
"Are they real or fake, B?"
"Oh, they are real. Trust me."
"You have to ask when you buy them, just to make sure."
With as serious face as I could muster, I asked the teenager checking us out if the canes were real or fake. I will never forget the look on her face. She held the box up, looked at the candy canes in a strange way, and said, "Oh, they are real."
I told her that in that case, we would take them. My grandson took her word for it and was happy. The clerk then asked him if he was baking cookies for Santa. When he said yes, she asked him what kind of cookies. He just looked at her. "Chocolate chip?" she asked. He again responded yes.
As we were leaving the store, he looked at me and said, 'That girl is just weird, B."
She may be weird, but she knew her candy canes.:)