“He said, ‘Mary, you can be right, or you can be happy.’” She reached over and gently took the cracker from his hand. “I chose happy. But Sheldon—you don’t have to choose. Not yet.”
The evening sun bled orange through the kitchen window of 1211½ Mechanic Street. Sheldon Cooper sat at the table, meticulously arranging saltine crackers by decreasing circumference. His mother, Mary, was stirring gravy on the stove, occasionally glancing at him with the particular worry she reserved for when he was too quiet. young sheldon s01e03 vp3
Sheldon tilted his head. “That seems unrelated.” “He said, ‘Mary, you can be right, or you can be happy