Too much time on my hands...
So Saturday my second child and his friends were bored. And look what they found to do to amuse themselves. I went to pick them all up to take them to Macey's and I actually had a moment in which I watched some stranger slide audaciously into the passenger seat next to me and I wondered, who was this kid sitting by me and why was he wearing my son's clothes? A mullet? Willingly and of his own volition? Don't laugh, it only encourages him. So after a few "I-love-you-honey-but-you-look-like-a-dork" comments on my part, we headed for Macey's. Under solemn vow, he agreed not to shop on the same aisles I shopped. He and I were waiting at the customer service desk for some change when some college student had the nerve to stop and ask him if he could take his picture. "Sure," Z~ said, and the guy whipped out his cell phone, took a picture, and continued to go on and on about how cool it was that my kid's got a mullet. He asked Z~ why he did it. "B...