"Jonathan, why don't you just run in and get the bananas," I said. Jonathan got a big grin, his chest puffed out with pride and his voice went a little lower. "Sure, mom, no problem."
I counted out the money, instructed him on the art of banana choosing and watched as he walked into Publix. He waved proudly from the entry, and I drove on. A little while later, I returned, and Jonathan came out to meet me, receipt in hand, huge grin, and nothing else. I rolled down the passenger side window. " Hi, Jonathan." He answered, "Hi," all happy and proud. "So, where are the bananas?" Jonathan got a confused look on his face, glanced at the receipt, then at the ground, and suddenly it came back to him. He blushed and ran inside. He emerged moments later, with a brown grocery sack of bananas.
