We were driving to soccer practice the other night when from the backseat a six-year old voice pipes up, "Uh-oh mama, there's Super Wal-Mart."
"Yes," I said.
"It's more like, un-super Wal-Mart, huh?"
Yeeees.*
EARLIER, THAT SAME DAY.....
To preface this story, it was recently our anniversary. (Two years!) I bought my husband the Pink Martini cd, "Sympathique" (It's not their new one - I like to wait for music to "ripen" before I purchase) and we had listened to it several times on a recent trip over the mountains. (A trip which requires it's own post.) Now we all know the lyrics through to the end of "Que Sera Sera".
Just this week OC and I were talking about her daycare days and I wondered if she remembered the girl who, for a brief time, bullied her. It was relatively minor stuff, relative to what it could have been, but nonetheless traumatic for me as a parent to see kids so young being mean to another kid. Especially my kid! For no reason. The kid's mom worked there, so it was a weird situation. Luckily, the girl went off to school after not too long. I'm thinking it was reform school. I don't know why I was trying to remember her name, except maybe because the voodoo chant requires specifics, but I wasn't coming up with it. I asked OC, " Do you remember Cedar Street Children Running Amok Center**?"
My daughter met my eyes with her gaze, nodded solemnly, yes, then began singing, "Que Sera Sera".
Such is life.
I'm not so old that finally, I did remember the name of that gremlin of Mephistopheles: Elika***.
* Now, if you like Wal-Mart and shop at Wal-Mart, fine. I don't have a problem with that - or you - and I don't want to argue. It's a choice and this is ours, to not shop there.
** Not the real name, of course.
*** Totally her real name.
6 comments:
I have not and will not set foot inside that not-so-super place, regardless of "how nice" everyone says it is. Is it just as nice as the big empty building wasting space at the south end of Redmond, hmm?
Amen sister!
Sadly, in my small town, there are certain things that I can only buy at Walmart, without driving an hour and a half in one direction. So I'm a slave to their evil powers.
I still remember the kid who bullied a friend's child at preschool - but my daughter hit him over the head with a base from the baseball field. HA!
I shop there.
I don't like it.
I want Target.
Sob.
I'm in the shop-at-walmart-and-hate-it group. We grocery shop there because Meijer costs at least 30% more... and we're poor. Though I refuse to buy Walmart's produce. Fresh, clean, non-brown fruit and vegetables are something I will pay more for.
We used to have bully kid who lived practically in our backyard. His yard butted up to ours. He was spoiled rotten and plain mean. He had one of those moms who can't possibly punish her child in any way, shape, or form. Because her child isn't responsible for his actions... there is some obscure condition to blame. I was soooo happy when I saw a "for sale" sign in their front yard!
It's okay, ya'll. I get why people shop there, I really do. Cheap, one-stop shopping, etc.
In digging around we found a picture of the horrible little girl, and my daughter was SO LITTLE next to her! Made me sad. She pulled through those days and so maybe that's her bully experience for life. No more.
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