Me: “Sorry, kids. The dogs chewed up the Rock Band microphone. I don’t think we can play Rock Band anymore.”
Danger Monkey, age 6: “We still have the guitars and drums.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “We can still Rock.”
Me: “Sorry, kids. The dogs chewed up the Rock Band microphone. I don’t think we can play Rock Band anymore.”
Danger Monkey, age 6: “We still have the guitars and drums.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “We can still Rock.”
Running errands in a kilt on a windy day… Not for the faint of heart.
P.S. I might not be allowed to shop at that Kroger ever again.