I met a little boy named Damien at Walmart. He's 2 and he had a handful of clover flowers in his hand for his mom.
Me: *walks by*
Him: What's your name?
Me: Sabrina.
Him: It's nice to meet you Brina
Me: It's nice to meet you too!
*later*
Him: You're very pretty, Brina.
Me: Aw, thank you! You're so sweet!
My mom: *stands next to me*
Him: What's your name?
Mom: Jutta (pronounced like Utah, but it's German soooo)
Him: You're very pretty too, Utah.
Him: Brina, you can follow us home and I can pick you some flowers. These are for my mom.
Me: Okay! Sounds like fun!
Him: I have to go now, Brina. It was nice to meet you!
As his mom pushed him in the cart out of the isle, he said to her, "Brina's my girlfriend," and he smiled at me as his mom said, "I'm sure she is, honey."