Out in the grocery store, I saw a toddler running around in a “Don’t give up on your dreams” t-shirt.
With a picture of Freddy Kruger on it.
He was knocking down everything down the aisle.
No parent in sight.
The shirt, it didn’t bother me.
I mean, the kid can’t see himself in a mirror.
Doesn’t know what Freddy Kruger is… I hope.
And when he’s older, he’ll laugh at the baby photos.
The kid turned the corner and went into produce.
While the manager blamed me for the mess.
“Check the tape,” I said.
And grabbed some mustard.