I stopped at Wendy's on my way home and as I approached the bench to sit and wait for my bus, a little boy about 3 or 4 says, "You got fries?"
"Yeah, I have fries," I respond as I smile that "isn't he cute" smile you give kids. A couple of minutes later, he comes over to me again asks if "I got fries"?
I respond the same way, except this time, he responds by saying, "You give me your fries?"
What? I pretend not to understand because his mother will surely tell her son that's it's rude to ask strangers for their food, but she just laughs that "isn't my son cute?" laugh.
No, he's not really as cute as you think he is. In fact, I don't think he's cute at all and that fact that he's in my face begging for my fries, makes him a little brat too.
"You give me your fries?"
"Hell nawh, Shorty. We ain't cool like that, so back up off my fries. And tell your moms to take a parenting class."