On Wednesday, I picked Jameson up after school. He got into the car empty handed. Our conversation went something like this . . .
Me: Where's your backpack?
Jameson: In my locker. No homework.
Me: Where's your lunchbag?
Jameson: At home. Pizza today.
Me: Where's your good looks?
Jameson: They're right here, Dad. If you can't see any better than that, you shouldn't be driving.
2 comments:
That's great! Thanks for making me smile:)
Well played Jameson, well played indeed...
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