I can see it now...
I had a vision today of my future — or my future with Connor. Care to have a glimpse?
-"...but, Dad...I don't want to listen to my music loud. It hurts my ears."
-"You'll turn that stereo up or I'll turn it up for you, and you don't want that."
-"Fine, but don't expect me to listen to anything but lite FM radio."
-"Oh, no you won't. You'll take this Slayer record and turn it the hell up. And while you're at it, untuck your shirt — actually, just take it off. Abercrombie & Fitch? Puh-leeze. And stop parting your hair so neatly. Do you want to get beat up, or worse, lumped in with the popular people?"
-"Forget it, Dad. I like looking like this. You and your friends scare people anyway. Why would I want to look like I'm homeless?"
-"Whatever, just turn up the radio and make yourself look presentable. By the way, are you ever gonna get sent to in-school suspension? I haven't gotten any calls from your teachers. Are you even my kid?"
-"...but, Dad...I don't want to listen to my music loud. It hurts my ears."
-"You'll turn that stereo up or I'll turn it up for you, and you don't want that."
-"Fine, but don't expect me to listen to anything but lite FM radio."
-"Oh, no you won't. You'll take this Slayer record and turn it the hell up. And while you're at it, untuck your shirt — actually, just take it off. Abercrombie & Fitch? Puh-leeze. And stop parting your hair so neatly. Do you want to get beat up, or worse, lumped in with the popular people?"
-"Forget it, Dad. I like looking like this. You and your friends scare people anyway. Why would I want to look like I'm homeless?"
-"Whatever, just turn up the radio and make yourself look presentable. By the way, are you ever gonna get sent to in-school suspension? I haven't gotten any calls from your teachers. Are you even my kid?"
posted by Carter at 8:30 PM
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...or worse what if he ends up just like Carter and torments us to no end. I mean...the end result is great... but Carter's parents spent a lot of time worrying and praying.
Thank you Stacey! Every day I have a new reason why I'm grateful you married Carter.
I have the can of Stoppit Spray ready for you, Buster.
(Actually, I keep hoping that some version of that very scene is exactly what happens. Tatoos? Dad! That's SO 20th century. I'm going over to the nursing home and listen to FM radio with GranMarty.)
I want to be a super salesman like Uncle Neil and talk about "dem dawgs, jackets and dead-skins" all day.
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