The Proper Language
Yesterday, two little boys came up to me with sad faces as I was delivering a pair of men's dress socks to a friend. I know these boys. They are the Michael Jordans of begging. One gave me the big speech. He ended with "Give me what's in your hand because I don't have a mother." I patted him on the head and replied, "No, my dear. These are my friend's." His partner stomped his foot angrily and said, "But he asked you in French!"