While John was in the preschool class at DreamBuilder’s Academy, they learned about Native Americans. Each student was given an Indian name. John was dubbed “big talker.” If you follow my blog, you know that John always has something witty to say or and opinion about any subject. Tonight we let John pick dinner. He wanted pizza “at the mall.” We went to the mall and sat down and started eating our pizza. Some boys sat down at the table next to us. As the boys got to the table, one of them dropped their fork on the ground. John leans over and says “you can’t use that. You dropped it on the floor.” The boy ignored John and went and got another fork. We continued to eat and both Daddy and I realized that John was not eating. When we questioned him, he responded “I need to help them” motioning to the table next to us. We told John to concentrate on his dinner and that the boys would be fine without his help. He started eating and he again stopped and said “but I need to help them.” I explained to him that they did not need his help and that their mommy was there to help them. One of the boys got up to go get a drink. As he was coming back to the table John starts waving to him and pointing the boy to the table full of his brothers. He truly has a good heart. He felt he needed to help those boys from the second they dropped the fork. I am a little worried. I think my little man has inherited his Grandma and his Mimi’s talking gene. He has this desire to make small talk with anyone he meets in his travels. Thankfully, he mainly talks to other kids and he is still a little shy around adults.