Ben, fiddling with a straw, leftover from a *gasp!* sugary soda, as we walk around Target. Horrible, Awful Mother, “Hey Ben, here’s a garbage can. Please throw that away.” Ben scowls in her direction and makes no move toward the garbage can. Aunt Becky: “Ben, now. I don’t need any more weird garbage-y crap to … Continue reading I Believe That Children Are Our Future And Other Sausage Tales