My son's birthday was yesterday. We did Awful House, Skyfall followed up by a carnivore's evening at Fogo de Chao. He is the point on his bb team and has been begging for these ridiculously priced basketball shoes. I gave him the money don't grow on trees speech and the today's economy speech and the people starving in Africa speech and he's out his fucking mind speech. They did look good on his big ass feet this morning. He want his "own" Mosin–Nagant for Xmas. Mine isn't "his". I better get busy.
EDIT: MM move this parenting fail.
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Is this the END? ... or are we starting over?
Last edited by The Godfather : 11-26-2012 at 09:57 AM.
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