Warm Fuzzies

On my way back from Boerne where I was doing an interview, I drove into my neighborhood and saw two little eager faces sitting at a table on the sidewalk holding up a piece of paper anxiously. I pulled off into a side street and turned around and stopped in front of the stand, sending annoyed drivers whizzing around me. I dug through my purse for change (why did I go to Coinstar the other day?) and got out.

"Are ya'll selling lemonade?" I asked.

"Yup," the girl replied as the boy sitting next to her thrust the sign in my face. It was a piece of paper that read: Lemonade, 25 cents in scrawled jagged writing. They squinted as they looked up at me hopefully. I put fifty cents on top of their folding table and told them to keep the change as the girl quickly handed me my plastic cup. She seemed very unconcerned about the extra quarter. The boy next to her looked up at me using his sign as a hat to shield his face and said, "You are pretty." I felt my face break into a grin. "Thank you," I said, grinning happily. I got back in my car and turned around, waving as I drove past.

And those three little words uttered by that sweet little face are going to keep me going all day. There was no sarcasm and no sliminess- just a nice little kid. And honestly, how cute is that?