...While at the grocery store yesterday morning, I encountered a father shopping with his son. The child, an adorable tow-headed tot, looked to be a little over a year old.
And he was gnawing on a bloody styrofoam-and-Saran-wrapped package of steaks.
It took every ounce of self-restraint I possess to not whack his father -- who clearly was allowing this potential E. coli exposure in an effort to preserve the peace -- upside the the head with said meat.
Doesn't he know to head straight for the fruit snacks, then proceed to the juice-box aisle and then present the cashier with a couple of bananna peels, telling her to charge whatver, you don't care, their contentment was so worth a few extra dollars...?
And that child's mother...if she had any idea...
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