to run into the supermarket for something, so Sam and I were waiting
out in the supermarket parking lot. Sam leaned over to me
conspiratorially. "Can I tell you something." He asked.
"About mom." He was still whispering.
"She sold your shirts in that store." He pointed across the street to
a dry cleaner. I figured Kathleen must have dropped off some of my
shirts to be cleaned earlier that day.
"Wow, she sold my shirts?"
"Well, what should I do about it?"
"You should hit her in the bed with a bat!" Sam said, and he had this
weird little look in his face. To be honest it freaked me out a
"I should hit her in the head with a bat?"
"Maybe I should just give mom a time out."
"No, that would be mean."
"Not meaner than hitting her in the head with a bat!" I said and we
both broke out laughing. Kathleen came out of the store a few moments