Me: “Oh, hey – lookit me, Boy… I’m all set up to be the Great Commuter Cyclist. Don’t I look spiffy?”
Boy: “Mom. You look like a Fred.”
Me: (crushed)
Me: “Oh, hey – lookit me, Boy… I’m all set up to be the Great Commuter Cyclist. Don’t I look spiffy?”
Boy: “Mom. You look like a Fred.”
Me: (crushed)