The little boy at the shopping mall appeared to be lost. Standing in the doorway leading of a large department store, he cried inconsolably. “I want my mommy. I want my mommy!” He repeated his heart-torn plea again and again. Those coming into the store, as well as those leaving the store, felt sorry for him. Some passers-by, desiring to provide comfort, gave the boy a quarter, or some gum, or candy. Eventually, a salesperson came up to the troubled tyke and said, "I think I know where your mommy is." The little boy looked up, tears still streaming down his cheeks and whispered, "So do I. I spotted her a few minutes ago. But don’t tell anybody, I’ve got a good thing going here!"
