Finding Milk for Steven
After taking my Landmark Advanced Course
, one of my fellow course mates suggested that a downtown festival would be fun. Since I'm the possibility of fun, that seemed like a great idea. I took my son Steven (four) to the street fair that was about eight blocks long and full of fun folks, music, rides and booths.
They had kid rides so he had a good time riding. After a few rides we went walking through the crowds and stopped at the Pizza Hut booth and we each had a piece of pizza. When we finished, Steven looked up and said "Dad, can I have some milk?". I said "Sure, let's go find some milk". We went to a few booths and finally found one that had hot chocolate. I thought, "This is great, he loves hot chocolate". I asked, "How about some hot chocolate?” He said, "No, I want milk". I was shocked.
Next, we stopped at a Thai restaurant. I asked "Do you have any milk?". The bartender said no. Apparently, Thai restaurants don't have much need for milk...
So, we continued walking down the street and we come up to the police mobile command post. There were about ten police officers standing around, so I walked up to one and told Steven "Say hi to the police man. If you get lost, find a police man"... I started talking to the officer and he was a really nice guy. I said, "It would really make Steven's day to see the inside of the command post. He loves police and fire stuff". The officer said "Sure, no problem". He took us inside and started showing us around.
They had a little conference room in the back with a very cool electronic whiteboard. He gave Steven an electronic marker and said, "Here, have fun". Steven had a great time writing his name "Dash Parr" (from the Incredibles movie) and even wrote his real name (Steven) a few times. While he was writing, the officer showed me around and we had a great chat. It turns out both of them were from my hometown, Pittsburgh.
After a while, we started moving toward the door. Steven and I thanked them for a great time. As we were walking out the door, Steven pointed at the sink and said "Dad, can I have some of that milk?". There was a gallon of milk in the sink right next to the door... I was sort of embarrassed to ask, but the officers proceeded to give him a tall milk in a very cool insulated foam coffee cup with a sippie lid that he loved (and a bag of M&Ms to boot!).
Steven got his milk. I got an invaluable lesson.