Kids
We were waiting for the wife outside of Walmart and I was talking to a lady who turned out to be this little guy’s grandma and an impromptu game of tag broke out.
Kids are kids. They don’t care who you are, they don’t see color, they see people who are bringing something to to the game. Even if sometimes it’s the whole game itself.
I’m so glad mine fall in and treat everyone the same and that they are so incredibly lucky enough to meet people who do the same to them.
Today was a good day.
SISC
