Hard Headed

Clara Grace pulled the shopping cart through the wide isles of the grocery store on the evening of Saturday, November the eleventh. As she approached the check-out lane, she realized from the slight drag that she was not in total control of the cart. Incredulous, she stopped in her tracks to tell her daddy just what she thought of that, but unfortunately, the cart did not stop as quickly and the little girl got a knock on the noggen. Of course, some crying was warranted and of course, a sympathetic cashier came running. “What happened?” she asked Clara Grace’s daddy.

“I bonked my head,” Clara Grace answered her.

“Did she just say she bonked her head?” the astonished cashier asked.

By this time, Clara Grace’s crying had lessened considerably. She’d only been in this new Bi-Lo a handful of times, but already she recognized the unique power which the cashier’s uniform worn in this store bestowed. “I want a sticker please,” she sniffled hopefully.

“Here you are darling,” the clerk brightened at a chance to make the little girl’s tears go away and pealed one of the “PAID” black and white cow stickers away from the waxy paper roll. The cashier reached out to stick the stickers which left the store on all milk jugs and almost all children to Clara Grace’s shirt.

“Me do it,” Clara Grace informed her exhibiting the same stubborn independence which had gotten her head bonked in the first place.