You feel— slightly embarrassed, as you see your little boy run across the store and towards probably the tallest guy you’ve seen in your life.

“he’s yours?”

The man asks, pulling down his face mask to properly speak to you. He’s glancing down at you, probably wondering what kind of mom you are.

You can’t tell from his expression if he’s bothered by the little gremlin tugging away at his track pants—giggling uncontrollably.

This kids going to end up giving you gray hairs.