My mom would say, “Let’s Go!” just once if we were going somewhere fun then just leave us if we didn’t listen. She would go a few blocks to Dairy Queen to get a blizzard then come back and tell us the trip’s been canceled.

It sucks rancid donkey scrotum and is the best thing in the whole world. It’s a constant contradiction. It’s worthwhile, but drains the simplicity and calm out of your life. Forever.