Yesterday Evening in the Grocery Store

Twentysomethings with tattoos and creative facial hair,when did you discover my neighborhood? It used to be just middle-class families who went to bed at ten and leathery beach rats who kept our one bar open.

Now here you are in the cat-food aisle, beaming at all the Fancy Feast. Cuddles will enjoy whatever flavor you pick. Don't forget to buy kibble, though, or she will lose all her teeth.

Ignore my son as he runs past you shouting, "Dipthong!" He enjoys saying the word. If you ask him what he wants for dinner, he'll say, "dipthong."

It was funny the first seventeen times.