— Holy Christmas! How am I supposed to read the print on this bottle?
— Get new glasses!
— Glasses my ass, young lady. The print is so small a mole couldn't read it.
— Grandma – moles are blind.
— That's what I said – never mind moles are blind.  What's the time?
— 4:3O.
— Good! The pharmacy is still open.  Let's go.
— But, Grandma, they can't change the label size.
— Crap! When I was your age I could read print on a pin head.
— There's print on a pin head?

— Young man, are these bottles made in China like everything else?
— Ma'am, I can print the instructions in a larger font.
— Young man, if these bottles didn't have so many warnings on them the print would be normal size!

— See, miss smarty-pants, a got new label.
— Grandma, that's a letter, not a label.
— Yes, it is a label. It's a regular size label, not a goddamn tiny Made in China label made by tiny Chinese people! They want us go blind like the moles.
— The bottle isn't made in China! Oh, you're right. I don't believe it.
— Don't believe I'm right or it's made in China?
— Both. Well, good night. I must go home and feed Charles.
— Charles is too formal for a teeny baby.
— Bye, Grandma. Don't blame everything on the Chinese. The whole world is getting smaller.