At the baseball stadium, a little kid was sitting in front of me, eating a lollipop.
When he was done, he looked around to make sure his family wasn’t watching him, and he threw the used stick down into the crowd.
I was horrified.
If any of my boys had done something like that, I would have marched them down to retrieve their garbage, and I would have made them apologize to every single person along the way.
The kid was proud of himself.
He giggled and held his arms up in a victory dance.
Until he turned around and saw me.
I was leaning in, giving him the stink eye.
He gasped in fear and ran to sit on his mama’s lap.
He remained there for the entire game.
Every now and again he would peek over her shoulder to see if that mean lady was still there.
I gave him the stink eye all night long.
That’ll teach him.