Sebastian is our sixteen-year-old son and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
My son drove to school today. Not the first time, but we didn’t need one of our cars, so we let him feel like a big shot (although given the demographics of his school, I am not sure the RAV4 was viewed as “big shot” material).
After school, he asked if he and his girlfriend could go somewhere for a little mini “date” (my word, not his). I said “sure”.
When he got home, some two hours after the end of school, I asked him where they went and wondering if he ate anything (so I could plan accordingly for dinner).
No, they didn’t eat. They went to…
Walmart.
Effing Walmart.
And walked around.
For two hours.
At Walmart.
Walmart.
If the children are our future, we are doomed.
the drunken cyclist 