Have you ever tried to get help in Canadian Tire? Especially on a Friday night?
Anyway, after a few minutes of looking about in vain I managed to flag down one red-shirted girl as she headed down the aisle toward me, only to have her call back over her shoulder, "I'll get someone for you," and keep going. Five minutes and two squawky PA announcements later, we were still waiting for whoever was supposed to be in charge of Housewares to show up.
"Nobody loves us, Simon," I said to my son.
He gave me a doleful look. "Nobody loves me," he said, and stuck his fingers in his mouth.
"Oh, no," I protested, already regretting the joke, "that's not true. Mama loves you."
He appeared to consider this a moment, then suddenly brightened. "Jesus loves me!"
Yes, I thought as he started to sing the familiar Sunday School chorus, but I'd still like a price on that cheese grater. Still, it was awfully cute, the way he said it.
Anyway, I did manage to track someone down eventually. And the grater turned out not to be too expensive, so I bought it. I just hope it stands up better than the last two did...
In other news, the wire that the dentist had put across my teeth came off while I was brushing, a week before my scheduled appointment to have it removed. What a relief, because the thing was driving me nuts. As for Simon's foot, it seems to be completely healed. I'm very thankful.