Jeb and I made an early start, taping sixteen fund raising posters across three towns.  It took two cups of coffee and an internal pep talk to myself, but I was intent on making it fun.  Actually, it ended up not being all that horrible.

Jeb got into walking around town and we made a couple new friends in the process.  On our fourth hour and at the end of our poster supply, I was sweating and tired.  (It’s really silly to wear pants after 10am in the tropics – even in November).

One of the last storefronts for our poster was closed but as I looked at the locked sliding doors, I realized I could slide a poster through the thin opening.  As I began to slide it through, a handsome young man from the natural foods store next door approached and offered to help muscle the door open a bit further so the poster could fit.

So intent on my mission, I brushed the assistance aside with a smile, pausing briefly to say ‘ah, thanks, but I’ve got it’, and returned to my task at hand.  (I can feel friends and family cringe now, as they tell me I really must stop doing this).

Only later as we walked back to the car did Jeb say out of the blue, “That man back there thought you were attractive.”

The word ‘attractive’ comes out of his six year old mouth in a way that’s almost surreal.  Big words out of a little body.
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