Me: This morning I told Mr M that he needed to take a jacket with him to school. He didn't want to, but I told him just to keep it in his backpack just in case he wanted it later. Then, when I dropped him off he put his backpack against the wall and ran to play with his classmates. About halfway there he turned around, went back and got the jacket out and put it on.
Friend: That's kind of funny.
Me: I keep telling Tortellini and Togers to check the weather before going to school, but they don't seem to want to listen to me.
Friend: Why? What do they wear to school?
Me: Tortellini usually goes wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Togers has been going in shorts and t-shirts every day. Neither of them take jackets. Temperatures are supposed to drop this week, and I just know they're going to be stuck walking home in the cold on the first day that happens.
Friend: Yeah, later in the week the highs are supposed to be in the fifties, with a fifty percent chance of . . .
[Just then a girl with enormous breasts passed by us.]
Friend (finishing his sentence without missing a beat): . . . warm milk.
4 comments:
I can actually see the connection.
Gotta love 'em.
1) I recommend Military School for all three kids unless they're girls.
2) I like enormous breasts more than I used to.
I hated wearing a jacket when I was in elementary school. It was anti-cool. Wait, was this post about boobs? I missed the point.
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