This has to be fast because I have no time at all but I want to remember how funny/dumb my teens are. You have to laugh or you would bop them on the head and maybe a little harder than you meant too. ;)
K the story goes like this:
All of Benjamin's cute little friends decide they want to be golfer's from like the 40's or something.
So Tom takes him to thrift shop the day before Halloween to buy his get up.
He's all set except his club...He wants a vintage club....I have a vintage club.
I love the vintage club and it is hanging on his wall looking adorable. If you would like to see just how adorable it looks in his room refer to this post...http://lotsofcalls.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-boys-room-needed-serious-update.html
It has a green handle and is the cutest in our collection.
Ben wants it bad.
I try and talk him into another club. One that doesn't have a green grip and a perfect little gold putter thingy because I l.o.v.e. that club..
But it is not working and Benjamin is throwing a teen fitty and I can see that I am going to loose this battle.
Ben: I promise I will take the best care of it. I love this club too. No way is anything going to happen to it. I mean what could happen to it?
Me: Are you friggin' kidding me? You are taking it to high school ? There are 3000 kids there...that is roughly 3000 ways that that club will get destroyed..ruined...lost and broken. It' won't last an hour.
Ben: I promise promise promise...please please please.
I lost and Ben took the club to high school.
It did last an hour however it did not last 4.
Fixable...yea right...he's up in the night.
That is my story.
I still like him.
He's hard not to because..
A. He is cute.
B. He really was sorry.
|He took another club to go trick or treating that night. I did not like this one at all. It might have been a better club for real golf but it was not even cute.|
Just some pics of the kids carving pumpkins the night before Halloween
I am thankful for teens. Yea I know... hard to believe but their funny.