Tongues were wagging at 7th and Montana this morning as a precocious young tyke stirred up trouble. I mean that literally. When his mother wasn't looking, he ran to the condiments bar, grabbed a handful of stirrers and began putting them to creative use ... as drumsticks. First he drummed on the tables, then on passersby and finally -- when his mother started to reprimand him -- he drummed on her knee caps. I guess it could always be worse. He could have been tossing an Apple Fritter around ...!
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That kid needed to be controled.
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