The other day I told Grady that I put new school socks in his drawer. As you can imagine, he was super excited.
The next morning, he waltzed out with his backpack and lunch box, calling over his shoulder, “Bye, Mom! Love you. Thanks for the socks.”
I peaked out of the bathroom to say goodbye and my eyes went straight to his feet. He was wearing new socks, alright. But they weren’t the ones I bought for him. They were the knee high socks my sister gave me for Christmas. The ones that read, “Fuck off. I’m reading.”
Me: Jason! Do you see what he’s wearing?!
Jason: At least he’s reading.