So I was in Walmart today, picking up art supplies for my favorite lass.
At check-out, I was mortified by what the lady behind me (with three kids) was buying. She had a dozen instant noodle boxes, some kind of crazy fruit drink with a faux flavor, cookies, and chicken that comes in different shapes. It made me sad. Really sad.
I wanted to report her to the child welfare department.
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