That mom should have known what her kid was doing,
but he was smart.
She stood at the vending machine,
the lines and lines of food
staring and hollering,
"Eat me!"
But there's her kid,
that four year old redheaded bullrider.
He's sitting on top of the shopping cart
waving his right arm in circles.
He bounces up and down,
pulling and thrusting with his grip.
He knows his role
whether or not the mom ever sees.
He's a broncobuster.