The boys have recently been on a Napoleon Dynamite kick. They’ve watched it three times just this week. I have to admit to sitting down and watching it along with them because, well…it’s just flipping funny everytime!
So anyway, earlier this evening the neighbor boy and his friend (high school age boys) were next door in the driveway playing basketball. Corey mentions how the friend looks like Napoleon Dynamite (which he totally did…glasses and curly hair). Trevor thought this was funny, so Corey figured it a good idea to tell Trevor NOT to go over there and say anything about the Napoleon Dynamite comment (Trevor is always hanging around Andrew and his friends when they are outside).

Fast forward about 10 minutes. The boys and I are climbing in the car to go run some errands and Trevor says, “Hey Mom! I just asked Andrew’s friend if he was Napoleon Dynamite!” Me: “I hope you’re joking.” Trevor: “No! I really asked him! He said he’s not!” All I could do was let out my usual ‘what will this kid do to embarass me next’ sigh and begin to back out of the driveway. As I catch sight of Andrew and his friend still shooting hoops next door, I immediately notice that his friend’s previously curly hair was now flattened to his head! Coincidence?!? I think not!!!
I just got us the heck outta there as fast as I could before I died of utter embarassment. KIDS!!!!!