At Sam’s Club.
Okay, he was maybe 4 years old, and a serious cutie. Wearing a Marine Corps t‑shirt, no less. First, he ran up to a couple in front of me and “RAWRRd,” (not actually touching anyone). The man laughed, but had to stop and try to look huffy when his wife got all pissy. I smiled at the little one and laughed, and smiled at his parents.
His father came over and informed me that his son had been watching “monster” cartoons. He didn’t speak a lot of English, but we were able to communicate just fine.
Monster Boy figured that I was safe, so he “attacked” me a half-dozen times before I got to the “check your receipt” lady. I suppose my “Oh Noes!” response was good enough, because he kept coming back. I did get a tickle in, which made him squeal with glee.
I did get a little worried when he tried to follow me out to the parking lot (lots of traffic!) but his father was on the ball.
I try to avoid Sam’s Club/WalMart/etc., but they do have the cheapest prescriptions in town, so we end up there once a month.
That was the nicest visit I’ve ever had.