My Mom Thought “Let’s Go Brandon” Referred to a Dying Child

I had to break the news to her.

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A couple of weeks ago, I was chatting with my mom. She was sitting in her recliner, holding her small, blind dog and rocking him like a baby. “I just feel so sorry for this little Brandon,” she said.

I gave her a quizzical look. “What little Brandon, Mom?”