So I'm at the local Target this afternoon, buying a few things to help me clean up and unclutter the house this long holiday weekend.
The store is packed with shoppers on Black Saturday. Lots of grumpy kids with grumpy parents, wore out from Thanksgiving, a house full of relatives, and too much Christmas shopping.
So I'm pushing my cart along and I see a little boy, probably two or three in the kiddie seat of a cart parked in the pet food aisle, in the early throes of a tantrum. Mom comes along and tries to calm him down, to which he shouts, "I'm not f*cking stupid!"
I doubt he heard that on Sesame Street from Bert and Ernie.
A few minutes later, I'm near the books and video department. A small, unseen voice yells, "I want Wall-E!"
To which the unseen mom replies, "You know what you did and why you're not getting it!"
Unfortunately, the child's infraction remains a mystery as I tool along to the checkout lane and the blessed relief that leaving this Seventh Circle of Hell can only bring.
Merry Freakin' Christmas!