Mom’s Gotta Ruin ‘Em All

I’m selling collectable Pokémon cards at one of the various Comic-Cons. A boy, maybe ten or so, sees one of my rare cards and starts ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ over it.

Boy: “Wow, you have [Collectable]!”

Me: “Yes, it’s definitely one of the rarer ones!”

Boy’s Mom: “Can you give it to him?”

Me: “Yes, for $100.”

Boy’s Mom: “What! But he’s only ten!”

Me: “So?”

Boy’s Mom: “What do you mean, so?! He’s a child! That’s a child’s toy! You should let him have it if you’re a decent person!”

Me: “No.”

Boy’s Mom: “What do you mean, no?!”

Me: “You seem to be having trouble comprehending, ma’am, so let me explain. This is what is commonly known as a store. A store has items that are sold for money. Customers hand over said money and walk away with the item. I hope that clears things up for you.”

Boy’s Mom: “You are an obscene and indecent little man, and I pray that you go to Hell!”

Me: “I will, later! I’m playing the new Diablo game!”

The boy takes his mom’s hand and starts to lead her away.

Boy: “Mom, you promised. This is why I always come with Dad…”