1. If Cadbury doesn’t sign Max up for an endorsement deal yesterday, they’re knuckleheads.
2. If the Army doesn’t keep an eye on this kid and try to get him in when he’s old enough, they’re even bigger knuckleheads. A three-year-old who’s got the stones to go out on a candy run at 3 in the morning has a good shot to grow up into the kind of guy that walks out of Buckingham Palace one day with the VC pinned on his SAS dress uni.
Very true. Amazing that the kid actually found the store, since it was a whole mile from his home. I was a pretty precocious tot (though not in such an adventurous way — I was a little GIRL), but I seriously doubt I could have found my way to any pre-chosen destination that far from my home. As far as I was concerned, the only way to get to the grocery store was to go out and get in the car in the driveway (with mom) and wait until the store came into view. I did once make it across the street and one door down to a playmate’s house when I was three.