Putting away clothes in Nate's room last week, i find a wad of cash, ones to be precise, stuffed into a sock in his top drawer.
If he weren't only 8 years old, i would say it's his bank roll for some lap dances at the Fox Trap.
When he walked in on me standing there eyeing that cash, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"where did this come from?"
me - staring him down.
"ok FINE. It's offering for church."
"what do you mean it's offering for church?? You were supposed to put that in the offering plate in sunday school!"
"they didn't take up offering."
"why didn't you tell me?"
"you didn't ASK"
Very well. You better ASK for Santa to leave you gifts this year. I'm just sayin.
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