morningshowdon
"These...these are the ones Mom," Tyrell said beholdingly, rotating a pair of black low tops like he was cooking a pizza.
"Oh yeah," his mother remembered ambivalently, "the ones you showed me this morning." She waited, then said matter of factly, "the ones I told you you ain't buying."
***The story of a boy who wants a pair of shoes, but his mother tells him no.