He Got the Beat!

On one of our recent forays to the library, we got out an informative yet dated book on policemen and what they do.  What do you know?  Back in the '70s, they did the exact same thing as today.  Go figure!  The only noticeable differences seem to be the wide-lapeled uniforms and the traffic chock full of station wagons with wooden paneling.  (I kid you not.)  Well, Sam likes the book A LOT, more than lots of his expensive picture books, so we have read the book A LOT.  And when I say A LOT, I mean A LOT.

Yesterday I caught wind of a major sale -- 80% off winter clothes at a high end kids' clothing store near us, CWD Kids.  So Sam and I went barreling over there, on a mission to dress him in prep-wear for cheap.  After the store closed, we finally left, emerging with a huge shopping bag overflowing with some beautiful duds, nicer than anything in my closet.  These are the clothes that you see those ultra-privileged kids wearing in Cookie Magazine--a beautiful suede cowboy jacket, two gorgeous $50 sweaters marked down to a mere $10, hounds-tooth pants for next winter, etc.

As we walked hand in hand to the only car left in the parking lot, I was thrilled to have found such impressive deals.  But of course my mind started to wander.  I was hoping that he won't end up being spoiled rotten or not compassionate towards people who are not as fortunate.   Will he end up taking $50 sweaters for granted and demand them?  Will he look down on the scruffy kid at school who has holes in his worn -out sweater?

Out of the blue, Sam piped up, "Sam walking his beat."  It hit me.  The boy couldn't care less about his grandiose new wardrobe.  His mind was home with his dog-eared police book from the library.  Atta boy!  That reminds  me - I need to renew it, again.

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