I’d love to do a post on how my youngest son (who is fourteen) got invited to a college dance. He wanted to know if I could drop him off and pick him back up at midnight. (Um, hello—the answer is NO!) But if I did that I might end up with strychnine in my morning coffee. So I won’t tell you about that.
Instead, I could tell you how he’s memorized tons of riddles to wow the college girls. He’s got quite the entourage. But then I might end up with arsenic in my coffee.
Or I could tell you that he narrates college night Mafia and devises gruesome deaths tailored to each victim—he has a career as a novelist in his future. And he’s got that ruggedly handsome look, which is really important to any aspiring novelist. Watch out, Rick Castle. In fact, Matthew is already....hmm, I treasure my morning coffee. Maybe I’ll just stop while I’m ahead.