When my grandson, Tommy, was five, my daughter, Kristin, took him to buy school supplies for kindergarten. As they walked toward the store, he yelled out, “Look, Mom! They got all the A-holes out of Walmart!’ People walking to and from their cars cast disapproving glares her way. She stooped down and asked, “Tommy, what did you say?” “The A-holes. They got all the A-holes out of Walmart!” Embarrassed, Kristin explained, “We don’t talk that way, Tommy.” He looked confused. “Show me what you mean,” she said. Tommy pointed to the new Walmart sign. “See? All the A-holes, where the Read More
