It was a normal Saturday afternoon, you were shopping with your husband and pen and a half year old son, august

While mark pushed around his wheelchair your son started to whine about being tired- both of you knew he just wanted a ride yet mark always gave in

While mark pushed the chair august was trying to reach for any colorful/sweet thing he could find- while both of you looked away he grabbed a whole bag of marshmallows

“What the- oh Christ our son is a sugar monster”