His orange and brown striped beanie was snug on his head as he stepped his left foot forward facing the merchandise. He straightened his arms forward pretending to ride something. He vroomed with his lips pursed as if he was riding a motorcycle. He turned his head to the left and saw me. He stopped and fixed his beanie.
"I like this," he said, pointing to the little two wheeler with training wheels with suspension brakes and tilted wheels.
"That's a bicycle," I said. "It's a Schwinn."
"Yeah. I like it," he said.
"I never had a Schwinn, but I bet it's fun," I told him and smiled.
"I don't need this stuff," he said, pointing to the training wheels.
"Who taught you how to ride a bicycle?" I asked him.
"My Dad. He can do everything. But, my Mom said it's not true," he replied.
"Depending on what he does for a living, maybe he can do everything," I said.
"MOM! What does Dad do?" he shouted to the next aisle. I was scared I might have gotten myself in trouble with his Mom.
"He's a Tax Attorney, Brian, why?" his Mom said.
I became skeptical of whether Brian's Dad really could do everything.
"He's a tax attorney," said Brian, and smiled at me.
"He can do his own taxes," I said, and shrugged my shoulders, although I wasn't sure he really could do everything.
"I think he can do anything," said Brian. I overheard his Mom saying, "He really can't, honey. I do everything," she said.
"Mom!" Brian whined. "Can I have this bike?"
I started leaving to the next aisle, because I might have gotten into a little private family discussion.
"Mom, I want this bike so Dad doesn't have to ride alone," said Brian.
I smiled, because I think Brian misses his Dad when his Dad goes cycling to the mountains.
"Your Dad can do everything," I whispered to Brian.
"Mom, I want this bicycle," yelled Brian. His Mom walked to the bicycle aisle with her cart, and said, "I wanted to get your arts and crafts stuff."
I left the aisle, because I might have gotten Brian and his family in trouble.
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