Super

"Mom, where are we going?" Logan asked Ashley for the seventh time since we climbed into the car.

She had told us both a dozen times and I was too busy trying to remember the reason she had given for going on this errand to be paying much attention.

Upon arrival, there was further nonspecific chattering as we disembarked and made our way across the parking lot of Super One Foods.  Logan skipped and flailed, keeping up a semi-private running commentary as he negotiated his way over all of the cracks in the pavement (no doubt, you will all recall the importance of this game as a 3-year-old).  I kept hearing him say, "Super One, Super One," as though he were singing.  The closer we got to the store, the more dejected the song became.

When we reached the entrance, he cast me a disappointed look and said,

"I wish the workers would build Super Two."

Clearly, this song needs a second verse or this album will never go platinum.

- 31 May 2012