It’s just fucking cereal, buy it, skip it next week. Dixon sighs but his decision is already made and he goes to lean down and put it into his basket…except.
Except there’s a tiny girl reaching for the cereal in his hands and she, yep, she takes it. Nice grip; he almost laughs, a small smirk itching it’s way onto his face as he sees the determination of the small child.
“Well then, guess you earned that box.” He wasn’t about to take it back from her like some sort of tug-o-war–there were other boxes on the shelf. He glances up at, he assumes the mother, rushes over with another little one tied to her chest.
“Oh it’s,” He shakes his head and waves her off, grabbing another cereal box from the shelf. “It’s fine. Clearly, I was mistaken, that has her name written all over it.” He offers a small smile, “Besides, I’ve had adults with even lesser manners take things off me before.”
Dixon’s never really been around kids much but they seem to like him, usually. When he lived back at home he had a next door neighbor who had a baby girl that liked to pull on his curls and giggle so…he always took that as a good sign.
He pushes his basket towards the little girl, good humoredly, “Anything else you want?”
Charlie was so relieved that this guy wasn’t angry with her. Too many times something would happen in public, like a toddler meltdown or a case of bad manners, and someone would be incredibly rude to her about it. People figured since she was so young, she must be irresponsible. They always took the opportunity to give her unwarranted parenting advice or belittle her about it.
“Immy, tell this nice man you’re sorry,” She prompted her daughter, who at this point looked quite embarrassed.
The small girl looked up at him through her long eyelashes, giving him her own blue eyed version of the puppy dog face. “I’m sorry,” she said sweetly before she ran to hide behind her mother’s legs.
“I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Daye. And little miss polite over here is Immy,” She ran her hand through her daughter’s curls. “And this little guy is Alex, he’s a gold star napper, and we’re very thankful for it,” she laughed a little, moving so the understanding stranger could see her son’s face again. “Shopping trips are always an adventure when daddy is at work.”
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