Boys Will Be Boys
This evening my mom and I were at the grocery store picking up a few things for dinner. As we left, we noticed a dad with his two sons looking at the rental movie selection. One of the boys, probably about 10 years old, had both hands jammed straight down the front of his pants. Mom and I exchanged half glances and suppressed smirks and eye rolls as we hurried out of the store. “Please wash your hands when you’re done…” my mom sighed (once we were outside) towards the completely oblivious kid in the store. It was unclear, as she put it, whether it was a mere itch or a complete rearrangement.