Privilege

When my twins were younger and even while in high school they would ask permission to pick up additional extras from the grocery store. Or else they would wait until I asked them if they wanted something. Not this one. He just goes in full throttle and makes announcements, “Let me get some of these drumsticks!” He doesn’t ask permission or anything. Just picks out what he wants and adds it to the basket. I just giggle silently and muse at the differences in the personalities. Bold faith is what I prefer to call it instead of spoiled. What can I say? Being the last Lemon drop at home has its privileges.