Scene: Standing in a paint store. (This actually happened.) At the register, a young mom was trying to match a tiny chip, more like a scab, of grey paint that she taped onto her credit card. She got it at her mother-in-law's, but not from her mother-in-law. "She would have killed me if she knew I picked this off her wall." The mom's two daughters, ages about 4 and 6, were wearing gold plastic crowns atop messy heads and veil-y pink princess skirts stuffed under their winter jackets. It had been "Dress Up Day" at nursery school. The 6-year old pulls her mother's coat. "Mommy, I have to go." The mother disregards her daughter and continues talking to the paint store salesman about whether he thought the tiny chip had a grey-mint or more cement-tone. "It would have helped matching it if you had a bigger chip," he says. "I'm just praying it isn't obvious where I chipped it off. It was in the corner," she sa...
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