Ok, I don’t have kids, so perhaps I see more of the humour in this than someone who does, but Amalah’s latest entry struck me as fairly hysterical (although, I suppose that word can be used in a couple contexts as it applies there). It involves a night out on the town, and forgetting something that’s somewhat important out in the car. No, it wasn’t a wallet.
DUDE is right, because I now have something to hold over Jason’s head FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE, and I couldn’t be happier about that, since maybe now he’ll stop asking if Noah looks a little cross-eyed because I sort of let him fall off the couch that one time.
Poor Jason, and yes, poor Noah.