Buzz Kill

We are in the make-up aisle at the drug store. I am pushing the cart slowly, he is walking along beside me.

I slow down to look closer at a tube of lipstick.

"Isn't this the same thing you already have," he asks. I don't answer.

We walk further and I stop at the face powder.

"What is this," he says. I am quiet.

"Do people really wear this stuff," he wonders.

"Yes," I reply, "they do."

And then I remember why I like to come to the drug store on Sunday. Alone. When Augie can stay home with Daddy (who likes this kind of shopping about as much as his son seems to).