Today, my son's teacher asked him:
"What do you think of when you think about Easter?"
I swear to God, this is what comes out of his mouth:
"Throwing eggs at people. The ones that are hard, and don't break and hurt more."
I can not wait 4 more bloody years until this kid is off at Hogwarts. At least then I can't be held responsible for when he breaks someone else's nose with a hard boiled egg like he did last year.
On that note, I won't blame Aunt Jules for not coming back this year for dinner, Stell. We're going to have to start handing out head gear for our guests. It's either that, or we tie Marcus down to his chair like I've been suggesting since he was old enough to sit in one.
You choose.
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