Foreshadowing

Big word, huh?   All of you literary geniuses out there who think you're so studly can debate my usage, but Mom says that's what I should call this post.  Oh, I bet most of you literary geniuses are unemployed because you decided to get a liberal arts degree instead of studying something more worthwhile to society.  So, I'm throwing you a bone.  Go debate my title.  Heck, write a thousand page analysis about how it's sexist and denigrates "womyn." 

Ok...rant against liberal arts majors done.  Now, to my post...

Today, Mom was carrying me into the post office when the strangest thing happened.  Someone kicked me in the leg and basically said, "MOVE!" 

My knee-jerk reaction, "YOU move!  I was here first."

Again, I got kicked.  "MOVE, fatty!  It's my turn to be here."

At this point, I wanted some third-party intervention, "MOM!  Someone keeps kicking me!!!"

[Mom's sidenote: Carrying Jack to the post office, it was chilly, and I was holding him tight.  Apparently, it was too tight for someone else who kept kicking Jack's leg to "MOVE!"  Ahhhh....siblings...it starts young.]

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