Last night I went to CVS on a mission to find things that would make the man feel better.  This was not an altruistic mission because it wasn’t my idea and I didn’t completely want to.  In fact, I was angry that I was going out of my way to help him when he didn’t do a damn thing to help me.  But something brightened my day (or night, as it were).

A little black boy, probably four or MAYBE five years old, walked up to me and asked: “Who you is?”

I told him my name and he said “oh, hi!” and darted off.

This is completely un-PC and probably will make someone somewhere mad, but I just have to say that I LOVE little black boys.  They are the greatest.  There’s something spunky and humorous about them that steals my heart.  I want to take them home and feed them dinner.