This morning, my wife, Monique, said as Jon and I were about to leave, "After you drop off Jon at school, could you go to Hannaford and pick up some yogurts?"
I gestured to the crappy, old sweatpants and frumpy sweatshirt I was wearing and replied, "I'm not walking into a store looking like this."
Jon said in all seriousness, "Dad, this time of day, it's only ole grannies at the store. You'll fit right in."
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