I have an 18 year old. I love him to death, but today I wanted to sell him.
In his English class, they are having a Chaucer day. On Tuesday.
Today we went in search of a costume. He wanted a robe and a beard.
No problem, I thought. I mean, it's Halloween, right? How hard can it be to find this stuff?
Well, where I live, pretty hard.
Okay, we can whip together a robe. But finding a fake beard? Might as well try to find a snowball here in Central Florida.
My son even dragged me to Walmart - and I am certain it's written in the Geneva Convention that dragging your mother to Walmart on a Saturday afternoon falls under the category of "cruel and unusual punishment."
He will be a beardless franklin on Tuesday.
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