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January 14, 2017
A young mother was trying to get out of the grocery store with her son, who was sitting in the front basket of their shopping cart. He was holding a large chocolate bar out in front of himself and was pretending to steer with it.

The mother put her arms out to lift him.

"Are you ready to go?"

His small brow furrowed. Without taking his eyes off the road, and in a tone of voice that was mature for his years, he replied,

"I'm busy,"

and continued his work, apparently steering a treacherous racing course in his motionless cart.