Z's First Lottery

Z is just impulsive. We're trying to rein that impulsiveness in these days.

Imagine this scene:

We are leaving the grocery store. I am pushing the full cart, passing an old lady, (blue hair, slippers), who is slipping wrinkled, dirty, one-dollar bills into the lottery vending machine.
Keith is carrying M, with B and S right behind him. Z is trailing somewhere behind(as usual).
Imagine you then hear K say, (quite sternly), "Z, NO!"

But he says it too late, because "Slam!"

And then, (old lady voice), "Oh no! I didn't want that one!"

"Slam!" again. (That is the sound the vending machine makes as Z hits the bright yellow button that must have been calling his name).

Then, "Oh, now you bought TWO!"

The boy chose, not one, but TWO, of the lady's lottery tickets for her.

All with such amazing speed that neither Keith or I could even think to stop him.

And of course, neither of us had any cash on us to be able to pay her back.

K told me later that after the look of rage and shock crossed the lady's face, she became calm (amazingly), and said something about how she had been a kid once. She understood.

Here's to hoping she wins with one of those "lucky?" tickets.