Prophecy
Michael and I went to target so I could buy an entire gallon of glue. What can I say, Halloween approaches.
As we were checking out I was distracted by a fussing baby in a cart. I left the checking out to Michael and talked to the baby to calm it down. I like babies.
Me: *explaining* this is target. When you grow up you’re going to love this place.
The baby’s dad, who was checking out, laughed at this. But it is true. The baby is Minnesotan. It is required by law to love target.