Perfect Humans

"You Kids Will be the Death of Me," my mother always threatened!

We were at the grocery store, I'm only a kid!  Five, six or seven.  What was my mother talking about?  

"I'll be the death of her!" 

Was I going to kill her?  Accidentally, trip her as I sit in this shopping cart?  Could I telepathically make a box of crackers or a jar of pickles fall on her head, knock her out, what?

It took a few years for me to wisen up and realize that I didn't have the power of life and death. 

It was nothing I said that eventually killed her, she was destined to live a long life.

Dog Brindle

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