At the post office today, I had just finished mailing a package when a couple walked in, carrying a two-year-old boy. As I was headed out the door, I heard the woman at the desk tell the couple, “I’m sorry, we don’t do passports on Saturday.” The couple looked at one another, sighed, and walked out the door behind me.
As I was walking to my car, I heard the dad say (mostly to himself), “At this rate, we’re never going to get to take you out of the country.” The little boy, not understanding that the comment wasn’t really directed towards him, said in a tiny two-year-old pleading tone, “But I wan’ to weave da contwry!” The dad smiled, realizing that the boy was responding to the previous comment, and teasingly said, “I don’t know, buddy; it seems like it’s going to be tough to get your paperwork all lined up.” The little boy then declared, “But I wan’ ta go to Meh-hee-co wif you and Mommy. It too cawd here!” and again he looked pleadingly at his dad.
The dad laughed, the mom laughed, and I laughed. Such sincerity and honesty. From the mouths of babes…
P.S. After the boy’s second comment, and the clear concern in his little voice, the dad reassured the boy and told him that yes, they would take him along when the family went to Mexico. He didn’t need to worry.