I’m pretty sure a local store owner thinks my wife is a drunk.
Benjamin and I spent the past weekend on a last-minute trip to my brother’s home. We surprised Ben’s only first cousin for his fifth birthday. Shannon couldn’t go because of a couple of prior commitments, including auditioning for a local chorus. More on all of that later.
What’s important right now is that Benjamin and I screeched in at the last minute for Shannon’s birthday on Sunday. There wasn’t a party, but it’s never a good idea to be away from your wife/mommy on the actual day. I had gifts for Shannon, but Benjamin had not had a chance to pick out anything.
Monday after I got off work, I picked Ben up from this week’s camp and stopped in the Historic Downtown District so he could pick out something unique from a local shop. Sadly, most of the shops down there close right at 5 p.m., and I had picked him up at about 4:45.
At the first place we stopped, he picked out a $38 stuffed animal. I hated to put the kibosh on his first choice, but that was way outside his budget. The store’s contents were comprised almost entirely of jack o’lanterns, witches, and other Hallowe’en stuff. We got out quickly.
Next up, we found a shop still open and the one next to it slated to close at 6 p.m. Score!
Benjamin browsed and found candles that looked like green olives. Nearby, he found several decorated Martini glasses. A few were fruity, one was chocolaty, and the last one was more in the classic line — adorned by green olives and the words “sophisticated” and “intelligent.” Benjamin chose the latter to match the candles. I’ve never seen my wife drink a martini at home, and the few she’s had elsewhere featured neither olives nor the traditional ingredients. It was a special gift, however, and I’m sure she’ll make use of it somehow.
That may be simpler than taking up a new drink, however. Benjamin showed her exactly how she should arrange the glass with the candles, as if he expected it to be decorative rather than functional.
I’m sure the store owner didn’t think twice about why a five-year-old honed in on a Martini glass as the perfect birthday present for his mommy. Even if he did, anyone who knows Shannon could tell him a frosty mug of beer would be more her style.