The following took place in a children's shoe department.
"I'm in love! I'm in love!" Both hands spread across her cheeks. Her mouth formed a perfect "O."
"You mean you have a boyfriend?" I didn't have a clue.
"Well, yes, Grandma, but he's a bad boy in my class. And you know I'm a really good girl. He's always in trouble. I don't know why I like him. Why is that, Grandma?"
"Sweetheart, sometimes bad boys seem exciting. But they're not the ones we want to spend much time with."
"Anyway, I'm in love with these SHOES!! Mom, can I have these for summer? Please! Please!"
"You're not getting summer sandals now, young lady. Your feet may not be the same size in two months."
"Can I get measured? And if I don't grow, can I get them? Maybe the lady will keep them for me!"
"We can measure now, but the lady can't put them away that long."
"Please take off your shoes," said the saleswoman. No problem there - Emma had already thrown hers under a chair. She knew the drill. "Now stand on this, please," the woman said, indicating the sizing device.
"Don't forget to write it down and put it in your room back there! My name is Emma Carey. What if you don't have them when we come back?"
"Then I can order some for you."
"I LOVE these! Can I get them for my birthday, Mom?"
"I'm sure by then there'll be something else you'd like for your birthday. Do you believe this?" my daughter-in-law asked, turning to me.
Miss Emma was five years old!