I was running errands with two of my 17 year olds this afternoon. We stopped at McDonalds to get something to eat. From the passenger’s seat came a small voice, “Can I have a Star Wars toy, Mom?”
I turned to the speaker and said, “…and two Star Wars toys, please.”
Then I asked the “child” in the back seat if he wanted one. “No, Mom.”
You see, I knew if I came home with one for the kid in the car, the one at home would pout all evening. Not gonna live with that.
They never grow up.
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