Mom: Can you sit there and be mommy's good boy just a little longer? We're almost done shopping.
Boy: No. I’m not your good boy. I’m not your good boy any more.
Mom: Oh you aren’t? Then will you be a big boy for me?
Boy: No, I’m not your big boy! I'm not your big boy, and I’m not your good boy anymore.
Mom: Oh really, then what are you?
Boy: I’m a Grandma!
- Trader Joes
-- Overheard by kari
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