Unexpected Michael

Something cute just happened, I don't know if any of you remember my writing about my grandaughter Lindsay and the boy two houses down that she is good friends with, you can read a couple of Lindsay and Michael posts here, and here .

So I'm sitting upstairs trying to come up with an idea for a post when someone knocks on the door downstairs.

I get up, go downstairs and for a change, I don't even ask who it is before I open the door.

Risky business, I know.

Anyway, it turned out to be Lindsay's friend Michael. He is just the cutest little eight year old boy. He could even be nine now, further research I guess.

The good news is, that he wasn't asking me to buy anything.

He had an assignment from school, where he was required to poll at least ten people and see how many of them are right handed and how many are left.

Did I mention how cute he is?

Well I informed him that I am most definitely a rightie. I thought that with my answer our little interview would be over.

Not so quick.

Without losing a beat, Michael quickly asked what hand Lindsay is.

Should I admit that I'm not sure?

I told him that I was almost positive that Little Miss Lindsay was right handed as well.

"I thought so." Michael answered. Then said thank you and good bye and went on his merry way.

See? Nothing earth shattering or really important.

Just a sweet, fun and cute little moment to break up the otherwise monotony of a typical Tuesday early evening.

Do you have a Michael in your neighborhood? I'm glad I do.

And I know that Lindsay will agree.

Okay,

good bye now!