The minute I said it, I realized my mistake:
– Did you forget your mouse in the toy store?
A split second, he just looked terrified, but then, his little face crumbled up, and tears started running, the minute he cried out:
To get him home from the beach, I had bribed him with the promise of a toy, and dinner out at the local restaurant "Pepes". He brought his soft toy mouse, along with the mouses "house", an african braided souvenir hut. I got him the toy, a baby blue thunderbird, just like the one Thelma & Louise had in the movie. Then dinner. It was when we left the restaurant I saw that the mouse was missing. The toy store was already closed.
We banged on the windows, peaking in. No one was there. Disaster.
I tried to convince him that the mouse probably was happy to have the toy store for itself all night. He didn't believe me. We'll be there when they open at ten o'clock in the morning.