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.
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.