Country kids need a good nurse as much as a city kid, you know.
Yes, we were as frightened as a kid on a high board, looking at the water below.
Quinn was a foster home kid with no known family.
Yes, Howie was pleased as a kid with a new toy.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
Quinn was a parentless foster kid and Martha's parents are gone.
Would the kid answer to a name?
"The kid wasn't lying," he said.
We interrogated the kid we found in the Camaro the other night.
"Tell us where the kid is or-- " Dusty didn't let him finish.
He'd been a kid when Damian found him and a human when the Schism occurred.
He understood what it was to lose a sister and hoped the stupid kid before him never went through that pain.
Watch the kid and get word to Damian tomorrow morning.
He'd wondered if the kid had the guts to embrace the Black God's mission, or if he'd shy away from it.
The kid was hard to read, and she guessed his anger had more to do with his struggle to understand his new role than the vamps who clearly had no respect for him.
I think a kid is a while down the road!
He'd been a good kid, lost, but honorable.
The kid beside him was openly gaping in awe at the massive vamp.
"Just part of the game, kid," Damian said to the Black God.
"Kid, back off," Han warned.
The poor kid didn't even have a real birthday, only the arbitrarily chosen date of January 1st.
When the kid comes back from her momma's house, give me a buzz and I'll see if I have time to talk some truth into her.
Only a little kid could think that was real, and not a very smart little kid at that.
But if it was some guy who took advantage of a high school kid, maybe he got what he deserved.
She reached over, extending her hand to Cynthia, a wide smile on her face and a little kid look that said she was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of the upcoming trip.
While it was a nice ending, Dean didn't kid himself that he'd won the confrontation.
It is your kid, she said with a sigh.
Often when I discuss this idea with people, they bring up an objection I have come to call The Spoiled Rich Kid Problem.
By the late 1800s, superphosphates were all the rage and eighty factories were manufacturing this high-yield fertilizer from coprolites (that is, phosphate-rich fossils of ancient animal dung—I kid you not).
And if that were not enough, he killed by starvation in the name of a program called—I kid you not—"The Super Great Leap Forward."
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
The benefits of asymmetry happen when the small kid gets a Taser.
The bully will now be more inclined to leave the kid alone.