He didn't want to go.
How could you not want to go?
No matter how appealing I made it to him, all I got was "No fank you. We can stay in home."
Ugh. Just what I wanted. A night of laundry and washing dishes.
I am starting to think this is not my child.
Once again, my offspring sucks the fun right outta my night, faster than you can suck down an icy soda with a McDonald's straw. You ever notice how big those flippin' straws are? It's freakish. It's all good though. He totally owes me Hallowe'en this year. Bwahahaha...
'Til we meet again, Joan-