In Need Of Valium
Pharmacy | Related | August 7, 2013
(I am eight years old. My mom and I are shopping, and we pass the drug store.)
Mom: “I need to go there.”
Me: “Mommy, no, I’m tired! I wanna go home; let’s go home!”
Mom: “No. It’ll be quick.”
(Mom pulls me into the drug store.)
Me: “Why do we have to go here? It’s a bad place!”
Mom: “Oh, really? Why do you say that.”
Me: “Yeah, it’s called a drug store, and I heard that drugs are bad! On TV!”
Mom: “Uh huh.”
Me: *to other customers* “DRUGGIES! You’re bad people! Drugs are BAD—”
(My mom hustles me out of there and never takes me back!)
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