Conversations with someone else’s family.

I was at the grocery store today. I noticed a woman in the line next to mine, conversing with her 8-year-old son.

Mom: You can pick one candy bar. Choose one and c’mon.

Son: Umm …

Mom: Choose one and c’mon.

Son: (indecisive)

Mom: C’mon!

At this point, I thought mama was a bit on the impatient side. Then, I glanced down at her groceries.

Mama was buying two items: a can of Raid and a box of Midol.

My judgment? Vanished. Kid, hurry your sorry-ass self up. Your mama is so kind, buying you a candy bar. You don’t even know.

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