Gideon pitched a minor fit this morning.
He wants an iPhone by Friday.
He needs an iPhone.
I'm reminded of a time when I was 4, in a department store shopping for school clothing with my grandmother.
That was back in the day when they let 4 year olds enter kindergarten.
Starting kindergarten at age 4 was no favor to me.
I believe it's why I perpetually feel "behind" everyone else.
Or perhaps it was a favor.
I try harder than many.
Anyhow, back to the department store, with my grandmother, school clothes shopping.
I pitched a minor fit.
I wanted a bra.
My grandmother refused.
She said I did not need a bra.
I relented, but insisted that I better get a bra by second grade.
I hate to break it to Gideon, but I did not get a bra in second grade.