Now we will relive the Costco conversation from the 17 year old boy’s perspective (Boy #3 because I’m going to assume due to his quietness, he was really listening to us).
So I was out with two of my friends today, it was a sunny. Worth noting for no reason other than everyone here notes when it’s sunny and they wear shorts even though it’s still 50 degrees. We went to Costco for lunch. We ended up sitting next to this family and I overheard their conversation. There was a mom and dad (I don’t know how old, probably about twice my age, so 30-something, you know, middle aged) and two kids, one little girl and a toddler-looking boy (I just impressed myself that I knew what a toddler was). My friends were talking about khakis I think, not sure, I tuned out. And basically, this is how their conversation went:
Mom: Eat your pizza, then you can have your churro.
Boy: I wan cheerio.
Mom: I know, eat your pizza and then you can have your churro.
Boy: I wan cheerio now. (Boy points to actual cheerios in the cart.)
Mom: You can have those cheerios at home. Eat your pizza and then you can have your cheerio, I mean CHURRO! (She then “quietly” muttered, “Jesus Christ.”)
Boy: I can have cheerio? (Is that a question? I’m going to try that.)
Mom: YES, BUT YOU NEED TO EAT YOUR GREASY OVER PROCESSED PIECE OF PIZZA FIRST. NOT LIKE THAT. LIKE THIS. LET ME HOLD IT. EAT IT! EAT IT! (She looks to the dad) I’M DONE, I DON’T CARE WHAT HE EATS.
Dad: Eat your pizza.
Boy: I wan cheerio (now, points to the churro).
Dad: Pick up your pizza, like this. (Dad picks it up, cheese starts to slide off) HOLD IT UP! HOLD IT UP! TAKE A BITE! (Dad then proceeds to put pizza down with force and “quietly” mutters “Jesus Christ.” I wonder if they are Jewish.)
Mom: (Takes the pizza, throws it out, hands kid the churro.) Eat your CHEERIO!
Boy: Tank you. (Finishes the cheerio, I mean, churro.) Can I have my pizza now peese?
That kid is my hero.