While waiting for the sixteen-year-old to take his road test, the thirteen-year-old and I sat in the waiting area near the service counter. We were watching a woman completely go nuts all over a DMV worker. We didn’t know how she was “being wronged”, but she was totally letting him have it, F-bombs flying everywhere. He was, amazingly, and probably because this happens alot, the epitome of calm while she opened up a can of whoop-a$$ on him.

The thirteen-year-old turned to me and whispered, “I’ve got some Orbit in my pocket. Do you think she could use it for her dirty mouth?”

He cracks me up (almost) every time.