I pulled into our garage with the car loaded down with a week’s worth of groceries. My husband and son had just pulled in moments before me, back from their trip to the barber.
“Will,” I said to my 8-year-old. “Here, help me with the groceries.” I was unpacking the trunk and handed him a bag.
“I caaaaaan’t,” he whined. “I’m carrying two lollipops!” he exclaimed, clutching two Tootsie Pops in his hand.
Um, yes. Two Tootsie Pops are so burdensome to carry…how could I ever impose on you to help me carry some groceries!
