Our Little Boy was their Little Girl

Wandering around in a small department store, kind of a Winner’s or TJ Maxx kind of a place with my wife and three boys in the early 70’s, we were carefully looking at bargains while the kids played among the clothing racks much to the dismay of the store employees.

We were doing OK, but bargain shopping kept us that way and we looked with great interest at prices. As a matter of fact, I still do.

The store PA system came on and announced that they had found a little lost girl and would her parents please come forward. We continued to shop.

Several minutes went by and the call went out again asking for the parents of the little lost girl to come forward and announce themselves to the office. We continued to shop.

A few minutes later a more desperate cry rang out as the employees and the manager found themselves in deep trouble with a missing child and missing parents.

My wife and I tsked, tsked about parents who had no control over their kids and sloppy parenting skills. At that point we decided to look for our kids and found that one of them, our middle child, was missing.

Now this was the 70’s, and long hair was popular in my community and in my family and not probably in this very uptight store.

A quick look and a brisk walk to the office determined that our little boy was their little girl!