Handyman

When I was still little, my father would carry me around on his shoulders every time we went to the grocery store. I was always happy, sitting above everyone else--up high, chewing gum, and happy.

He would ask me, "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.

I was that kind of little.

One day at the grocery store, he asked me "Are you still chewing your gum?"

"No," I replied.