My parents took K/F to the apple orchard for their halloween festivities. K had an exceptionally good time and didn’t want to leave. So he cried, his big realllly sad cry. A man working there said, “*someone* doesn’t want to go home! heh heh.”
K cried all the way to the car, then didn’t want to get into the carseat. So my mother told him that they were leaving and if he didn’t get in the carseat he would have to stay there and get a job.
K stopped crying and starting walking back toward the barn. My mother said, where are you going. K said, to get a job.
yep.
true stories, all.
