The boys sat side by side in the long, flat cart with feet stretched in front of them. Both ranged from 6 to 10 years in age.

A woman, who was obviously their mother, waited 2 feet away in line to order food.

Every few seconds, she would turn and glare at the boys.

“No smoothies,” she said the first time.

The boys didn’t listen, of course. The younger one continued poking his older brother.

“Shut your mouths,” she said loudly, as she leaned in close to their faces.

That didn’t work.

The om tried jiggling the cart on the big handle behind them. Not once, but twice. I guess if you do that long enough, they will be too dizzy to fight.

She moved closer to the counter before turning around one final time.

“No smoothies for both you,” the mom said in a loud voice.

Her threats had no effect on the boys, of course.

I watched as she walked up to the counter and ordered a smoothie for both of them to share.

Well I guess she showed them.