Getting a sucker

Last night my 2 year and nine month old son, (he's not two or two and a half and yet not three. Why do the months matter when a person is that young? When do we stop counting the months? After all, I'm 35, and I'll tell people that I am 35 all year until I turn 36. In May I won't tell people, "I'm 35 1/2"...for another blog. Now back to this one.) Ethan got his haircut. He sat in my lap and sat pretty much still allowing Sherry to cut his hair. At one point while the chair was turned to the side, he had a chance to see what was behind us normally if we were facing forward towards the mirror. Sherry says, "Are you looking at those pretty girls standing over there?" No response. His eyes were fixed in the general direction of the girls. Eventually he says, "I'm going to get a sucker."

"That's right buddy, you will after you get your haircut." I said.

He said it again, "I'm going to get a sucker." Then we realized that Ethan was looking at the girls, he noticed the basket full of little dum-dum suckers. Ahhh...it's all about the suckers.

Forget the people, he's all about the sweet taste of the sucker.

Is there a lesson here? Do we look past the beauty of people or the people around us for the momentary pleasures of things?