Mom One and her seven year old son stand in line at the sliding board waiting their turn. As the boy starts to climb the ladder another boy cuts in front of him, while his mother stands by smiling.
“Excuse me, but my son was next.” Mom One whines.
“Well, now my son is next.” Mom Two says with a smirk on her face and arms crossed in martial style.
Mom One appears on the verge of tears, and then an idea forms in her head.
Mom One rushes in her wimpy Mini Van to a special car dealer. She purchases a big, battle-ready, ATV. She charges out of the driveway with a purposeful look on her face. You can just hear her thinking, “I’ll get you now, beeatch.”
What is the moral of this story, children?