Recently, I was eating in a fast-food restaurant while looking over old Little League team photographs I found at my mother’s home nearby. At one point, three tween-aged girls and a mom sat next to me. The girls started making fun of a teacher from their school, focusing on her appearance. The mother chimed in, “Yeah, she could really stand to lose a few pounds. And what’s up with that hair, right?” she said, panning the other side of the table for response. The girls squealed. “I know, right?” one of them said. The mother smiled.
“Hey!” the mother said. “Who wants a pumpkin spice latte?”