"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
"Um, Chuck? Where is the grill? Chuck?"
The toddler was all over his mother. Cam and I were in line at the deli at Mulletville Lite's town grocery store, watching the lov...