Cleaver

Cleaver
June 6th, 2006.

"Stop wandering off, James!" the little boy's mother called. James seemed intent on gathering a box of twinkies."I told you that we aren't getting those!" James teetered back over to his parents, hanging his head in the sadness he obtained from the lack of sugary treats in his house.

"If you want to do something useful, go and get a pack of ground beef from the meat section."

James toddled away from his mother and staggered towards the wall of meat. being only five, James had no idea what ground beef could possibly be, nor did he care. he was just focused on getting away from his micromanaging mother.