Mar 232009

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?”

“Aw, man…”

“You’re allowed to say no,” I told him. “You don’t have to give me one if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, okay.”

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?

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