Last week I stopped for some groceries on the way home from the Artist’s swim practice. He spotted the Altoids by the cash register and asked if I would buy him some.
On the way home I observed that he smelled like mint.
“It’s the Altoids,” he chuckled.
“Can I have one of your Altoids?”
“You’re allowed to say no,” I told him. “You don’t have to give me one if you don’t want to.”
I gave it a few seconds, then added, “…even though I bought them for you…”
What’s the point of having kids if you can’t torment them?