So earlier today I took The Girl to Publix or, as she calls it, “the cookie store” to pick up a few essentials for our Fourth of July Saturday. By “essentials” I mean hot dogs, beer, cookies, beer, soda, hard lemonade and finally beer. As she is wont to do, The Girl was chatting up the bagboy as he pushed our shopping cart to the car. She introduced herself and then proceeded to fill him in on the wonders of the learning flash cards she had with her.

After helping me put the groceries in the trunk, he asked me if we were going to see any fireworks and then wished us a “Happy Fourth”. As he was leaving, I told The Girl “tell him ‘Happy Fourth'”.

Her reaction?

“Bye Happy Fourth.”

I love that kid.