Got some new boots the other day and made the colossal mistake of asking Primo what he thought of them.
"Mom, you're SO eco-Goth!" he observed.
"I don't know what that means."
"It means you're EMO and you look like you belong on a beet farm."
"Is that good or bad?"
"You look like a demented soldier ballerina!"
"Now you're just making stuff up."
"Oh, Mom," he smiled, slinging his arm around me, "I'm just kidding, you look great!"
Why I didn't learn my lesson after our
shopping trip for skinny jeans, I don't know.