Yep… Definitely My Kid

The Spawn wandered in here a few minutes ago, and because I’m always happy to have my grading interrupted, we struck up a conversation. Somehow the subject of carnies came up, and after I mentioned the excitement of being strapped into a ride by a guy with nine teeth, seven fingers, and the reek of stale bourbon, she said “That’s why I don’t go to the county fair. One of these days, a ride will just blow up. But then we’ll finally know who the next high school yearbook will be dedicated to.”