Cherie Priest:

[Overheard in McDonald's this morning]

Two little boys, approximately 4 or 5 years old, spy each other in line. Their mothers are holding their respective hands, staring straight ahead at the menu board with that dispassionate glazed look — like they’re pumping gas, or waiting for a dog to do its business.

Little boy #1: Hey! You get McDonald’s for breakfast too!
Little boy #2: Yeah! I’m getting pancakes! I thought I was never going to get pancakes again.
Little boy #1: How come? Your mom doesn’t make pancakes at home?
Little boy #2: No. I only get them here. And I didn’t think I was ever going to taste them again.
Little boy #1: How come?
Little boy #2*: Because after my little brother’s birthday party, my Mom said she’d rather take it up the ass than eat here ever again.

* Who, as he was being led back to a booth by his hysterically laughing mother, was fussing, “BUT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”