He first wanted to go to the bank where he has a bank account. No matter that I told him I was good for the cash. He needed to do this thing on his own. I drove him to the bank where he withdrew two dollars, which he added to the four dollars he received in the mail from grandparents. I drove him directly to our neighborhood Walgreens. Devlin made a “b” line to the carmex devotional area of Walgreens where he had to make some hard choices about the original, cherry flavor or lime. I thought for sure he would pick the lime and the cherry, but he wasn’t feeling the love from the lime that day.
The carmex display containing three choices instead of the two he anticipated was consternating for him. He insisted on asking every Walgreens associate he could find to confirm the existence of three, not two sticks of carmex, despite the fact that there were clearly three flavors from which to choose in the carmex area. He finally made his decision and we proceeded to the check-out counter, carmex in hand.
He put both sticks of carmex directly in his jeans pocket. Later that night I washed his jeans and melted the carmex lip balms into the washer.