Sticks
Yesterday the gang of neighborhood kids set up a table in the cul-de-sac and they were selling sticks. As you can imagine, business was not booming.
Today they were back out, this time yelling, "Donate to hospitals and orphanages, and get a free stick!"
Later, a boy passed on his bike and stopped. The 6-year-old across from me yelled, "Don't even get a WHEEL on my property!"
He biked off.
Another girl explained, "We don't like him because he called my mom a Karen."
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