Sometimes it’s good to have a 12 year old boy around. Because otherwise our conversations would be just too mature and intellectual.
For example, the other day we were discussing Hostess products
…and Val was describing Ho-Ho’s, but I was confused and thought she was wrong, so we were talking about it and at one point I said “Ho-Ho” but it came out sounding like a weird Santa-ish laugh.. and immediately her 12-year-old brother took the tortilla he was eating (plain..yeah) and bit it into the shape of a beard and put it on his face and acted like Santa.
And it was just really funny, like Christmas in July.
[*The title is sponsored by this beloved leetle weedio, seconds 0:53-0:57.]