He’d written her a Christmas card a week earlier, decorated it with stickers, drew a snowman, and wrote, “I love you, Grandma.”
That’s the kind of kid he is. Sweet, thoughtful, the opposite of entitled.
I had no answer for him.
I just told him she loved him very much and that adults sometimes forget what’s fair, but that look on his face stuck with me.
So, I posted the picture.
It was the one of Lucas sitting cross-legged on the carpet holding his cheap toy while his cousins tore into boxes behind him. The tree lights glowed in the background, and you could see one of the iPads reflecting the light right next to him.
The caption:
“Simple. When money’s tight, turns out to be selective. Merry Christmas from the discount section.”
No names, no accusations, just that.
I didn’t expect it to explode.
