The boy stared out the window, past the clay models and paintbrushes, at the toy store across the street. His mother grabbed his arm.
"Jacob! You are in the nice ladies way." She said as a woman started adding things near the clay models.
"But Mommy I wanna go to the toy store!" He exclaimed as he struggled against her grip.
"No," his mother said firmly as she looked at her school list.
"Puhlease!" He begged as he grabbed her leg, forcing her to release him.
"No means no Jacob. If you ask again we won't stop at Jack in the Box on the way home,"
"But that's not fair," he said as he looked up at her from the floor.
"Well then you better behave,"
"You're just angry cause you're old." He said as he folded his arms over his chest and pushed his lower lip out to pout.
"Hey now young man, no need for insults," She said, letting out a sigh.
He sat cross-legged on the floor as she went to check out.
She handed a couple things to the cashier.
Jacob slid out the big glass door as a man walked in. He rushed to the street.
"Jacob Anderson you get your butt back here!" His mother screamed.
He started across the asphalt as a car horn rang out. He felt a slam and then grass. He looked back to see his mother laying on the street, covered in red.
He walked over to her. "Mommy? Mommy wake up."
A woman in a store apron came over and picked him up.
He screamed. "Mommy!"
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