“You can have the peanut butter cups or the lollipop,” his mother said. “One or the other. Not both.”
“I WANT BOTH!” The kid’s wailing made the last word come out like a scream on a bumpy ride. “BOW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OWTH!”
“Martin Hill!” the lady hissed at her son. Her voice was low enough to get the kid quiet but loud enough so that I could hear her. “If you keep crying on and on like that an Amazon will think you’re a baby and snatch you up. Do you want that?”
The kid shook his head, his face turning red and snot bubbling out of his nose.
“Which one do you want?”
His mother was losing her cool. “You’re acting like a baby! You know that?! Do you want me to go and get you some diapers?! Is that it?! Do you want me to put you back in diapers like you’re a baby? Because I can!”
