Yesterday I was in the grocery store where I found some American grapes, not Chilean, and these grapes were huge seedless black grapes that are so sweet and delicious. Anyway this black guy who went to school with my daughter stopped to ask about her, and he had his little grandson with him.
The grandson was about 3 years old. He looked at me and said "What you name? My name is Bryan." He was precious. He has a little button nose and his big innocent brown eyes looked at me. I told him my name, and he said "Thu." He showed me his arm. "I get a shot! But I got a Bugs Bunny band aid!"

About that time the Coke deliveryman came in the door pushing a dolly loaded with cases of Coke products. His father pulled Bryan to one side, but the child looked up at the Coke man and said "What you name? My name is Bryan." And he proceeded to tell the Coke man about his arm and band aid. The deliveryman introduced himself. Bryan looked out the door where the Coke truck was parked.

"You got a biiig truck," Bryan marveled, his eyes big as saucers. The Coke man got down on one knee and looked the child in the eyes and said "Bryan, would you like to honk the horn on that truck?" Of course he did.
Bryan's father toted the child out to the truck and the Coke man sat the child where he could push the honk button, and we all heard a long blast of the horn. I bet that kid talked of this for days.

I waited for the Coke man to come back in and asked if he was on Facebook. I got his name and called my granddughter to look him up. I want her to know there is a kind gentle man out there--she's had some bad experiences with boyfriends and thinks all guys are dirt. Maybe most--but not all.

susil