Rolling

Rojo and I walk into Safeway, hand in hand, and we immediately see Carmen. Carmen has worked there approximately forever, and definitely all of Rojo's life. She's seen him at every age and state. "Hi, Rojo," she says.

"Hi, Carmen," he answers.

"Boy, you're getting so tall," she declares.

"Yep. I'm 5'2" now," he continues.

"Are you excited for school to start?"

"Yes," he says looking her in the eye.

"Have a great rest of your summer, Rojo!" she says as we push the cart through the aisle.

"I will," he says.

He puts one arm around my neck, the other hand pushing the cart along side of me. 

"Rojo?" I say, "that was a really nice conversation you had with Carmen. I didn't have to tell you one thing to say, you did the whole thing!"

"That's because Papa knows how to roll!" he says, stating the obvious.

Roll, Rojo, roll.