The Joys of Childhood

At the grocery store I walked past a sweaty, little kid (eight; dirt rings around his neck) staring at the candy shelf maybe fifteen feet behind his huge Mom who was shopping up ahead.   Suddenly she stomps back down the aisle, yanks him hard by the arm and yells, "Do you wanna get stolen!?"

I swear it looked like he wanted to say yes.


(sketchbook page)