My mom is not like me. She indulges him at every opportunity. She does all of us, really, but especially Brad. Probably because he's so easy to to please.
So she grabbed the Ped-Egg. And some ice cream. And a couple of pretty dishes.
And when we checked out, the total of our small collection of items reached--well, an appallingly high number. I held up our five half-full bags, looked at them and said, "Where is all that money?"
"Expensive ice cream." My mom said. And then added, "I'll bet it was those ped-a-files."
She winced in shock when she realized what she'd said. But you should have seen the look of the guy passing us in the store.
We died laughing.