I tried to return my daughter’s stroller to the carriage return at Target this morning.

The teenage boy in the parking lot collecting carriages looked at me with a puzzled look and asked: “um…excuse me, don’t you want to keep that?”

“Of Course! I was just testing you…” I quipped, and wandered back to my car with the stroller.

My nose is a bit runny today. I think it might be liquefied brain.

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