Your kids are NEVER justified for treating you badly
I saw the potato chip fly across the table.
We’re at the mall food court and next to us sits a mom and her two boys. At that moment, I feel for her.
“Jonathan,” she placated, “Why did you throw this at me?”
I clench.
“WELL! Aaron threw at me! It’s not MINE!”
Aaron sat next to her examining the contents of his plate.
“Oh fine… well, it’s not nice.”
I stare at my plate of tacos. What just happened here?