Nicole: Mom...why the hell am I looking at the Target sign right now?
Mother: I have to pick up a prescription and a few other things. 10 minutes tops.
Nicole: Bullshit. I know what 10 minutes in Target is-more like 45 minutes!
Mother: Watch your mouth.
Nicole: What? It's like when dad says there are only 2 minutes left in the game.
Mother: That's enough. Be good and you can have some Teddy Grahams.
Nicole: Seriously mom, what is it with this place? Do you own stock here? I think the CEO mentioned you on their shareholders meeting last month. Is there a Target scavenger hunt list you are trying to complete? Oh look, there's your VIP parking space.
Mother: Very funny little lady. C'mon now, time to get out of your car seat.
Nicole: I'm not going in! Get your ass back in the driver's seat and set the coordinates for home.
Mother: First off, don't talk to me like that. Secondly, this isn't a plane-you don't set coordinates. We're going in.
Nicole: No! (straining in her voice). You smell something?
Mother: Oh no. You didn't?
Nicole: Yup, I played my trump card and crapped my pants. I believes it's a full blow-out too. New diaper, fresh clothes, bath-I'm gonna need it all! Now buckle me up and coordinate yourself back in the driver's seat. And could ya pass me the Teddy Grahams? I'm felling a little famished back here.