I’m in Toys R Us yesterday. Woman and her kid, let’s say he’s seven, dawdle ahead of me. "Oh, are these the action figures?" The mother peeks as though there might be consequences. "Let’s look here."
Not wanting to trail them through the collectors’ aisle, I swing round to Transformers/Star Wars. Woman and child round at the far end and the kid sees something he wants.
"No. You’re not getting that. No guns." Mom slips into a familiar declaration. "We don’t have guns in OUR house."
They pass me as I rifle through the Deluxes. "ExCUSE me," says Mom, pushing her cart past the 18 inches of air between her cart and my ass.
They round the endcap, and their journey ends. "Oh, there they are!" Mom and kid cry at once. "It’s…