The one where my baby boy comes home for an overnight visit, and I get to see him for an hour. And that was because I made him go out to brunch.
In his defense, college is hard this semester:He has had many obligations and missions:
And when he and his adorable friends met me for brunch on Sunday, he dropped his phone. Like all other 19 year-olds, this phone is his lifeline. It was not pretty:
The ensuing table banter went something like this:
Augie: I need you to understand that not only is my screen shattered, my life is now shattered.
Mental P: [Could not respond because she was trying not to wet her pants and shoot water out her nose due to guffawing activity.]