Fleta R. Robinson

She was young and attractive, but looked so very stressed. Two tiny ones were in the cart with the groceries – an infant, and a just-learning-to-talk little boy.

"Where’s the keys," she snapped, "Where’s the keys?" She frantically jerked full grocery bags around. "What did you do with the keys, weirdo?" she yelled. Instantly she found them, and the tiny little boy began practicing a new word, "wee-doe," he said, "wee-do," as she rushed the cart to the car.