So my son sent me a text. I replied. He replied.
When I got to his room he was thrashing about on his bed. “Augustus whhhyyyy?”
I asked him where he was in the book but he just kept saying that. So I looked at the book. Yep, that’s the page he was on.I think his typos are from his distress.
He’s vowed to never forgive me.
How old is your son? May I marry him? Thank you kindly.
Yep. You can have him. He’s in the gifted program. And he waxes philosophical about everything. He’s a handful that way. Btw, he’s 14.
No I want him !