Before I went to pick up dinner I stopped at the grocery store to buy beer (and the sad part it wasn't even for me). While I was there, I had an encounter with the teeneage boy that left me giggling like a school girl with a racing heart. I am old enough to be his
"Can I see your ID?"
Oh, you sweet young boy. How you've made this poor, old, mother-who-has-been-taking-care-of-sick-children-and-is-exhausted, so happy!