The kids and I had dinner last night at my mom's house. During the meal she brought up the topic of Boo's Halloween costume.
"I'm surprised you want to be a corn-on-the-cob," she said. "Knowing how much you like the Presidents, I thought you would have been Abraham Lincoln."
Boo looked at her, perplexed.
"Why would I want to be someone who got shot?"
So I'm in the parking lot of Wawa today (that's a convenience store for those of you not in the Philly area), and as I'm trying to balance my coffee, hold two newspapers, and open the door of my van, I see a hearse careening through the parking lot, windows down, with really loud unintelligible music playing.
I mean, it was loud enough to wake the dead. (Ba-dump-bump!)