So we’re in the car heading for church and talking about our possible upcoming move…
Me: “Maybe we’ll only be able to afford a house with 3 bedrooms. You’ll have to share.”
Kate: “I pick Sam! Paul can have Mark.”
Me: “Mark can’t share with Paul. We’ll never see him again in all the junk.”
Kate: “We can get him junk shoes.” She pauses to let the brilliance sink in. “You know, like snow shoes.”
There’s a market here…households afflicted with teenagers…I can see the infomercial now.
