Woman pushing a shopping cart, to her toddler child: "Why does Mommy always get afraid to ask? She knows she should, but she's always too afraid."
(Overheard at Target in South Portland)
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2 comments:
Now I am afraid, very afraid.
Hey now. I do that. It seemed fine when my son was little. Now I cringe to hear myself say, to my now 12-year-old, "Honey, Mama wants you to come in."
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