Mr. Celebrity
Everytime we go to Rouse’s you’d think I had a little celebrity on my hands. The girls behind the deli counter remember his name – both of them – Constantin and Tin – and they even remember his birthday (scary!). Then at the check out, about 10 women converged on him like he was chocolate ice cream – read: they were looking for a spoon to eat him up.
This little boy is a flirt too – he just smiles and bats his eyeslashes where he can making those women swoon. He’s rather shameless.
What can I say?