Thursday, October 8, 2009
On a recent trip to Von’s, Bob spied a box of fruit roll ups on the shelf. He pointed aggressively at the box but words failed him. He let out a yelp.
“Bud, what are you pointing at?”
“I want… want… I want!” He got louder as he became more frustrated.
“What are we looking at? The granola bars?”
“I want!” Now he was yelling.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s take it down a notch.”
“I want… I want... I want a gorgeous mama! I want a gorgeous mama! Want one! May I please have a pretty mama?”
Aisle 4 was amused. I made a mental note to get my highlights touched up.