Rrrrrico Suave

The other night, my husband and I had the privilege of driving home 3 teenage girls. They had all just been to a Crew meeting with SRT, and were in the back seat whispering and giggling as teen-aged girls have a tendency to do. My ever-so-suave son was also in the back seat, squished over in the corner as far as he could go. (We can't afford a mini-van, so we just tend to break every safety law there is by packin'em in like a can of sardines)

Now, my son is twelve and on the cusp of puberty. He still has a few things to learn. Witness his idea of stimulating conversation.

"Hey, gas prices are $1.98!"

The dude's a lady killer, what can I say?