The toddlers are back in my dreams. This one wasn't blonde, had dark curly hair, may have been a child of color-- I don't remember. Cute little girl, following me and companion (Rita? Mary?) around the store. She was helping and brought us a string mop while my companion was looking for a broom and sponges. Dragging the mop across the store floor to bring it to us.
I thanked her nicely but said I didn't want that kind of mop because it gets dirty too easy, but she could come with me to help pick out the kind I wanted. Fortunately we found one lying in the aisle, probably where she had knocked it down getting the other one.
We talked about how lucky we were to find the exactly right thing right where we could get it. After we put the string mop in the right general place (I didn't want to hang it back up as new since it was now dirty from being dragged through the store ) we held hands, with me carrying my preferred mop, and went back to whoever it was with us.
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