A Day on the Town

And, of course, he ended up with purple goo all over his face, hands and arms.

I paid for the inspection and turned to pick up my sticky son with a tired sigh. But a fellow customer—child in tow—met me at the door. “I grabbed these for you,” he said, handing me some paper towels. “One’s wet and one’s dry.”

I wiped the sticky mess off my son, full of gratitude for the wonderful, friendly people who live and work in Sandy.