May 12, 2005 § Leave a comment
There should be a rule about a boy who comes home with a Tiffany’s bag that’s not meant for you. Never mind that it contained a graduation gift for his sister, I kept looking inside the tiny gift bag only to find one box and no other.
"But… that’s not allowed."
"You’ll get one, just not yet."
"Come on! I want presents!"
"Okay, okay, I get it… wait a second. You’d rather get jewelry than something from the Apple store?"
"Yeah, that’s what I thought."
He REALLY loves me.