At Simon’s birthday party, he was showered with one of his favorite presents: books.
So many books.
So, so many books.
Maybe because the law of averages, he managed to get two of the same book. Since one of them had a gift receipt from Wal-Mart, we decided that was the easier one to swap out.
We returned it, and it went nice and smooth and easy. Gave it to them, got a gift card in response.
“Simon,” I said. “You get to buy something new! Do you want a book, a movie, a shirt?”(The list of some of his favorite things.)
“Yes,” he said, and he pointed towards produce.
Having no idea where it was going, I told him that I’d follow him.
He led on.
We walked through the produce and into the bakery. He wandered around it, looking at bread and cupcakes and…
“Are you looking for cookies?” I asked.
I showed him where the cookies were, and he grabbed the kind he wanted – chocolate chip – and handed them to me.
“Okay, what next?”
He pointed to the back of the store and waited, looking at me.
“I’ll follow you,” I said. “Let’s go.”
And the grand tour of the store followed. We walked to the back. We walked to the side. We walked back to the front. Then to the back. To the other side. To the back again.
Half an hour later, I was getting tired. I convinced him it was time to pay and move on to our next errand.
He agreed, either tired himself or wanting to crack open the container of bakery fresh chocolate chip goodness.
To some people, it might not be a lot. Just a trip to the store.
But it’s more than that.
It’s a trip to the store where Simon gave the directions; where Simon picked out what he wanted to buy; where Simon made the decisions.
It’s Simon advocating for what he wants. Cookies.