We partook in a little shindig tonight at The Fish’s school. We were packed in like fellow fish, sardines in fact, and this was the first thing that went down.
The Rev spied a friend.
The friend had a really big candy cane thing.
He wanted it. Badly.
And then somehow he tucked it under his arm inconspicuously.
Yeah. That was sneaky.
Heavens to Betsy.
And then I army crawled my way up to the front of this madness…
To see him. Oh man. I’ve seen that look before. He is out. As in, not interested, no way, no how. As in, I am in Hell and please someone for the love of God get me outta here.
Dude had me going.
They turned on the tunes, Funky Town as a matter of fact, and then this happened.
The boy was in hard.
Not as much, perhaps, as the jumping bean in front of him, but The Fish has got some serious moves.
Get down witcha bad self.
Seriously almost peed my pants.
Oh wait. I don’t wanna leave anything out.
Best. Night. Ever.