The other night, Jeanie got a call from her two sons, ages eight and ten. The phone call went something like this:
Jean: "Marco? What are you doing up? It's 10 o'clock at night."
Marco: "Mommy, me and Richie are on the computer. We wanna know your name as it appears on your credit card."
Jeanie then clenched her teeth and told them to go the hell to bed and stop buying things online. That poor girl, she'll be a functioning alcoholic by the time those boys get to high school.
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