My mom was telling me a story of when I was little and when she does, I never know where it’s gonna go.
SO, she told me that when I was 3, we all went to McDonald’s. But then this blonde guy showed up to order some food. He was a tall, older guy like 25 or something. Apparently, I was staring at him and I kept tugging on my mom’s hand until she had to crouch down to my level and then I whispered in her ear,
AND NOW I’M LAUGHING AND CHOKING ON MY APPLE BECAUSE THAT’S BASICALLY THE 3 YEAR OLD VERSION OF SAYING “HE’S HOT.”