Peoples

We were in Chik-Fil-A, and after eating the required one bite of chicken, Zane ran into the play area. On this particular evening, Zane was the only child in there.

The next thing we know, Zane zipped past us.

"Zane, wai--" Larry turned and made a grab, but was way too slow. He got up and followed our son. Zane ran right to a table where there was a little boy eating with his family. By this time, Larry had caught up to Zane, picked him up and brought him back to our table. Zane was not happy.

"I need my peoples!" he wailed. Zane did not want to play alone, and when no one showed up, my son determined to go out and get himself some "peoples" to play with him.

We all need 'peoples', I guess.