Seeking Captain America

Image taken from Marvel site.

I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Captain America. Β Bud and I spent a few days with my daughter’s family after Christmas. Β Leda, our little granddaughter most-prized gift was a Captain America action figure, that is until the damnable shield was lost. Β We searched the house futilely to accompaniment of toddler wails. Β It’s amazing how previously-reasonable grandparents can be moved by the distraught cries of a heartbroken little girl. Β Soon, we were scurrying out in search of a replacement, something we would never have done with our children. Β The way I figure it, she has plenty of time to learn life-lessons after we leave.

It was late. Our first stop was the Walgreen’s where we’d found the original. Β I had little hope of finding a replacement. After all, I was pretty sure we’d gotten the last one. Β Naturally, that shelf was depleted. Β In a panic, we combed all the toy shelves. Β Miraculously, Bud found one lone Captain America visiting the Peppa the Pig Β display. Β He was the true super-hero that day.

Thank you, Walgreen!