Ironically this happened on the same morning, same store, same kid. There’s always a kid isn’t there? Said kid was five at the time. We were walking down the feminine hygiene aisle when he spotted a woman picking up an oversized pack of sanitary napkins.
Five-year old male (Him): “Hey! we need those too!”
Me: ” No we don’t”
Him: ” Yes we do! What are they for?”
Me: “Picking up spills.”
Him: ” I spill a lot.”
Me: “Yes, you do. I figure if I stop buying things to pick it up, you’ll stop spilling. Pretty cool thinking, huh?”
Him: ” Spills don’t work that way.”
We finished our shopping but of course not without the requisite rest room visit. Like any little boy you take him into the women’s room. Today of course a woman was getting a tampon out of the machine.
Him: Throwing his all into a mounting tantrum. ” I want a magic marker, too!!!!”
It never stops. Ok, maybe it does, but you’ll have to ask his wife.