Her grandmother holds several objects close to her bosom as they make their way to the front of the store.
Serenity asks for a balloon.
Grandmother asks, do you want the balloon or the play-doh?
Play-doh, Serenity replies.
Behind them in line, I ask if I can buy her the balloon? (In honor of some young women I love who used to be the Serenities of the world, all grownup now.)
Serenity’s grandmother agrees.
Yet after briefly snagging a balloon, Serenity puts it back.
You don’t want it?
No, she replies, we are going to the park and it will fly away.
We inventory other possibilities–a two-headed dragon?
Nope. One too many heads.
A bag of plastic dinos? Yes but only this one, and this one, and this one.
So efficient, young Serenity. I give her 30 cents worth of plastic.
She gives me joy.