Tonight, Bronwyn and I went grocery shopping late, after the other kids were in bed. This had a dual purpose: spend some one-on-one time with my eldest… and, hopefully, wear out a kid who (even after spending the day outside in the snow) wasn’t even close to tired at 8 pm.
To keep her occupied, and let her be helpful (and who doesn’t like free kid labour?!) I encouraged her to grab things off the shelf whenever possible. This also allowed her a chance to practice her reading in a non-threatening environment, and try to recognize familiar brands etc.
We were almost done, and the store was very empty, so I sent her on ahead to get bananas.
“Get a bunch with 5 or 6 on it” I instructed as she ran off.
She returned with 7.
I inspected them thoroughly (I think that kids should be able to choose good quality produce at any age) and indicated that although they were a good colour there were too many brown spots.
She quickly returned with a second bunch.
“Too green” I countered.
I left her to scrutinize the remaining bananas while I threw more food into the cart. She had been gone a little longer than I expected so I headed for the banana section. That’s when I saw her, deep in conversation with a produce employee. He was a guy about 17 years old, and I watched as he listened intently and walked all around the huge stack of bananas while she gestured and gesticulated what I could only assume were my previous instructions on Proper Banana Choice. At one point she looked over at me and saw me watching her. She indicated with a look that she had asked this guy to help…
She returned, triumphant, with a bunch of bananas.
“That man said these are the best bananas he has. I couldn’t find the perfect ones, so I asked someone who worked here”.
I don’t know who was more proud: Bronwyn for having found the perfect bananas, or me, for witnessing my child engaged in such a grown-up solution.
Sigh.