Albert

THE OLD MAN WAS GROCERY SHOPPING WITH HIS GRANDSON, A TODDLER, WHO WAS CRYING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. AS THE OLD GENTLEMAN WALKED UP AND DOWN THE AISLES, PEOPLE COULD HEAR HIM SOFTLY SAYING, "WE ARE ALMOST DONE, ALBERT, TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT. LIFE WILL GET BETTER, ALBERT."

AS HE APPROACHED THE CHECKOUT STAND, HE CAREFULLY BRUSHED TEARS FROM THE TODDLER'S EYES AND SAID AGAIN, "TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT, WE WILL BE HOME SOON, ALBERT."

AS HE WAS PAYING, THE TODDLER CONTINUED TO CARRY ON AND A YOUNG WOMAN IN LINE SAID, "IT'S WONDERFUL HOW SWEET YOU ARE TO POOR LITTLE ALBERT."

THE OLD GENTLEMAN BLINKED HIS EYES A COUPLE OF TIMES AND SAID, "MY GRANDSON'S NAME IS JOHN. I AM ALBERT."

Thanks, Mom.
(I was repeating "try not to cry, Shelley" at Walmart just a few minutes ago.)