A supermarket can be one of life’s greatest adventures for a pair of boys, who are about a year or two away from starting elementary school.
Pete and James have been traveling with their parents on a short trip.
Taking a break to buy a few items, the parents and the boys make a quick stop in a larger, nearby city. The boys have never seen such a big store, and they are curious about what waits on the massive rows of different products neatly arranged on the endless shelves.
While their father and mother pause to have a conversation, the boys become quite curious with rows and rows of men’s shaving cream cans. The shelf sits at their level with everything in easy reach. They look at each other as if to say, “Who wants to push the button on the top of the can?”
Pete, being the older of the two brothers, quite literally takes matters into his own hands. He picks up one of the capless cans, and presses his finger down on the button.
Suddenly, a huge ball of white foam erupts out of the can . . . right toward father’s pants!
With a quick look at the disaster they’ve made, the brothers make a quick escape as they dash around the corner of the aisle, without either of their parents having a clue about what has just happened.
Just as the boys run around to the next door aisle, father notices something white on his pants, near his front pocket. The foam just seems to keep growing as he touches it. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief to wipe up the damp, foamy mess. He tells his wife, “Where did this shaving cream come from?”
Turning around, mother asks, “Where are the boys?”
Both of the parents scan one end of the aisle, then the other end. Sure enough, they notice two familiar faces peeking back at them. Their look says it all, “We’re busted, and now we’re in big trouble.”
Seeing that their quick escape has failed, the brotherly tandem walks slowly back toward their parents. As Pete approaches with the shaving cream can in one hand, smiles and laughter quickly take over the scene. Father’s handkerchief has just about cleaned up the white foam off of his pants.
Funny thing! Father doesn’t even use shaving cream because he’s an electric razor guy.