Wildmom threw a big BBQ the night of the Eagles concert and since a wildmom party is fun for the whole the whole family I let my guys stay for a little while and walk home themselves after the husband I had to leave for the concert.
The next morning at breakfast Evan mentioned to me that Matt had been the center of attention for a while after we had left. It seems that one of the older kids challenged Matt to make a drawing, which he did. And the kids loved it so much that someone ran home and made copies to distribute to the crowd. Then Evan said that what Matt was drawing was "An emo spongebob on a dildo-saurus."
Yup, I was speechless too.
Then I managed to squeeze out " a what?"
And Evan said that word again. Then I asked I asked Evan what a dildo-saurus is and Evan said it is "Like a big hot dog with 18 legs."
Then Evan ran upstairs to get some copies of the signed by the artist G rated drawings Matt had made. They were benign. But they are not the one I am living in fear that some other parent unfolds when cleaning out pants pockets while doing laundry this week.
When big brother Matt rolled out of bed a couple of hours later I casually mentioned that I heard he was drawing for the crowd the night before. He turned 18 shades of red. Then he heard one of my famous speeches. Matt admitting to having a copy of the worst drawing, but because of the fever I have not been able to sift through his room for my own personal horrifying peek.
So far the phone has been eerily silent.
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