After leaving Target yesterday Isaiah had a thought. Isaiah mentioned that Target was "kid-friendly". I asked what he meant by that and he said Target people were nice to kids.
Mama: What makes you say that?
Isaiah: You know our Target helper? She's always nice.
I, unaware we had a Target helper, asked for a second time what he meant by that.
Isaiah: The lady that checks us out.
Mama: Oh...which one?
Isaiah: The one we always see.
Mama: What color hair does she have?
Isaiah: I don't know either black or blond. Yeah, it's one of those two.
After many more questions regarding our "Target helper's" description I think I finally figured out who he was talking about. I don't think that she's any more friendly or helpful to us as she is to her other customers. I just think we are at Target so often that Isaiah has developed a one-sided friendship with the check-out lady. I'm thinking I should probably plan a bit better so I'm able to stop at Target less often. I'm afraid we may have to invite out "Target helper" over for Isaiah's birthday party otherwise.