Kid: But I want some hot Cheetos.
Mom: And I said no.
Kid: I though you were my friend.
Mom: I’m not your friend; I’m your mom, and I said no.
Kid: I’m never going to smile again.
Mom (to me): Do you want a spoiled rotten 5-year-old who is never going to smile again?
Me: No, thank you. I’m just here for some cold medicine.
Kid (to mom): Maybe she’ll buy me some hot Cheetos.
Me (to kid): I’m not your mom or your friend either.
:: mic drop ::