"Mom, I don't use water fountains anymore. I saw a kid throw up in one, so now I need bottled water," said the eleven-year-old.
"Sure, you can take a water bottle," I replied.
"No, I don't do water bottles. I need bottled water," he said.
"I don't do negotiations with unemployed eleven-year-olds. So, will it be the red bottle, the blue bottle or the vomit-covered fountain?" I asked.
"Blue," he said.
"That's what I thought. Have a good day."
