Victor: Hey, Hailey’s school is showing Puss-N-Boots tonight for free.
Victor: Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of thing you can’t say if we go.
me: I assume it goes without saying that it’s BYOB?
Victor: If “it goes without saying” means “don’t even say that” then, yes, it goes without saying.
me: Got it. So I pack a flask.
Victor: These are Hailey’s peers. We should at least try to fit in as good parents.
Victor: We wear normal clothes and pour a couple of smirnoff’s into empty water bottles.
me: My God, I love you.
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