Little boy sitting on his step eating candy just as fast as he could unwrap it. A man passing by saw what he was doing.
He said all that candy is not good for you and will spoil your dinner. The little boy said I don’t know about that but said I don’t know about that but my grandpa lived to be a 102. The man said wow you mean by eating candy. The little boy said no, by minding his own business.
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