A very tired-looking father and his hyperactive young son approach my counter.

Child: “Dad! Look! Candies! I want them all!”

Dad: “Sure thing, sport.”

Child: “Yeaaaaah! I want all of them!”

Dad: “Go for it.”

The dad looks at me, looking at the hyper child who definitely does not need more sugar.

Dad: “I have joint custody with a total witch. She’s picking him up in an hour.”