We Are All Entitled On Occassion
It’s snowing big, fluffy flakes as Cheeks and I leave the grocery store, the kind of snow that almost fools me into liking it.
“Snow!”
“Yeah, snow.”
“Snooooowwww!”
“Wow. I thought you didn’t like snow? You’re sure excited about it, have you changed your mind?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. Alright.”