Yesterday the Kid had field hockey practice.
Yes, my teenage son plays field hockey, he's always been one to shake things up, as a matter of fact another boy joined the team this year too so I guess he would be considered a trend setter now.
Anywho, after his practice he helped out with the Littlest Kid's football practice, so I didn't see him until around 7pm, when he and the BF got home.
As he's coming through the front door...
Kid: Look at my NEW STICK!
Me: It's pink.
Kid: They're all pink.
Me: And sparkly.
Kid: They're all the same.
Me: Aren't your school colors maroon and gold?
Kid: I told the coach I wanted the one that looked the newest.
Me: Um, why?
Kid: Cuz, if I have to carry a pink stick, it better be the BEST MOTHER EFFING PINK STICK THEY'VE GOT!
Touche, my son, touche. Always walk tall and carry a big stick. Even if it is pink.
And that is why my kid is AWESOME!