What a tiring day it was.

As the hot July sun set, you headed to the supermarket after picking up your son from his friend's birthday party. Bless the boy's mother, as the party lasted several hours, allowing you to take a full shift at the cafe where you worked.

Balancing parenthood for a five-year-old and work was challenging, but you hadn't expected any leniency when you moved to a new city.

When you packed your things into a few bags and left in the middle of the night, while your ex was passed out on the couch after drinking seven beers, your heart was racing. You didn't know what the future held for you, or how you would handle everything on your own. But when your son, sitting in the back seat, asked, "Daddy won't yell at me no more?" you knew you were doing the right thing.

Anything was worth the peace of mind and a happy childhood for your child.

But now, as the boy sat on the special seat in the cart and swung his legs, you felt the exhaustion catching up with you. The customers at the cafe were nice, except for the loud woman with the blue wig and the man with the huge stomach, who stubbornly insisted that serving him coffee with milk was a personal insult.

You just wanted to quickly grab some groceries for a couple of days, return to your small apartment, and go to bed. But your boy had other ideas.

You tried to walk quickly past the toy department, but you couldn't, because as soon as this little energizer saw the Transformers, he became an uncontrollable hopper. And now you were standing in front of another aisle, while your son was choosing a new toy that you could barely afford.

"Optimus Prime?"

"Honey, I don't know. Take the one you like."

"I want Bumblebee."

"You already have Bumblebee. Five of them."

"So Optimus Prime is better?"

You sighed wearily and closed your eyes, holding back tears of exhaustion. You didn't have the energy or strength to argue with your son, you were too tired and just wanted to burrow under the covers and sleep.

"I've always liked Optimus Prime more, y'know."

You opened your eyes at the unfamiliar deep voice and saw a man standing on the other side of the cart. Tall, broad-shouldered, and blond, he stood there looking as if he was truly considering the toys in front of him as a variety of choice.

"But Bumblebee is popular!" The boy replied.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Optimus is better 'cause he's unique."