Making Excuses

Yesterday we were in the drive thru at McDonald's.  The clerk repeated the order back and it was mixed up.  After repeating it, we pulled around and were waiting to pay.  I remarked to my mother, who was driving, that this could be a case of a screwed up order.  From the back seat, N pipes up with many reasons why this could be the case.  The clerk is having a hard day, it was hard to hear over the speaker, etc.  He finishes by saying that even if it is messed up, it's not a big deal.  I remark to my mother that N always trys to find a reason for why someone messes up.  He always tries to find a kind hearted excuse for the actions of others.   N chimes in with, "Yeah I have to make excuses for you all the time mom."  Gee thanks!