Showing posts from September, 2014

Hot Dog Justice

About a week ago, we had the opportunity to attend a birthday party for our three year old friend in a neighborhood very different from ours on the west side of Chicago.  We stuck out like a lone macadamia nut in a chocolate fudge cookie.  We listened to rap music, watched some amazing dancing, and learned new ways to celebrate with those who have become dear to us.

About half-way through the festivities, two little ones from across the hall showed up at the front door.  It was open, but they stood outside the frame.  In their hands were little white convenient store bags with two for a dollar hot cheese puffs, and a blazing blue raspberry drink.  They wanted to join the party, but were probably told not to show up empty handed.  After about twenty minutes of luring, we got them to come in and sit near us to chat and eat their “dinner”.  I was practicing my open-ended questions and listening skills, per my weekly reading assignments when my youngest said “Mom, all the other kids got a …