Walking Noah home attracted a parade of stares.I'd specifically told the three of them to keep their distance, but three grown men trailed behind us.We passed a snack street, and Noah's eyes were saucers.Every time he so much as looked at something, those three raced into the shop to pay before he could even say he wanted it.By the end, he couldn't hold it all.Noah looked at them with open disdain and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, are they stupid?"I laughed. "Noah, promise me you'll never grow up to be like them."Noah shook his head dramatically, turned around, and shouted, "I'm never going to be like you guys when I grow up."Then he thought for a second and added, "Because Mommy hates losers."All three froze, exchanged looks, and rolled their eyes at each other.They kept showing up with little gifts for Noah.The kid was having the time of his life.I had no idea where he picked it up, but he was hustling them like a pro:"Mommy says whoever buys me a toy car is her favorite.
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