Last night I made my fourteen-year-old son pack lunches for both his sister and himself. I usually do this chore, but my son was being massively annoying, and so I assigned him the task. When my teenage daughter got home from school today, she said, “Cole put a nasty note in my lunch bag.”
“What?” I asked, and she pulled out the note.
I don’t know which is more sad, the fact that my son put a mean note in his sister’s lunch, or that fact that my son can’t spell shitty