Crap, I've basically turned him into mini Lilibeth. I better bust out my Shakespearean training before I turn my son into a 35 year old woman who was greatly influenced by Nirvana, Clueless, Shakespeare in Love, and Harry Potter. Wait, actually, I don't mind that so much. I've got his dad to turn him into a science, math, space brainiac, so we're good.
Is it bad that he coerces me to go out by asking me to get "foffee"? Meh, he's a Seattleite, we'll take it one day at a time. ;)
Going "oot" for "foffee" |
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