As a parent of two teenagers, I spent a good bit of my time asking, “What are you talking about?”
This can range anywhere from goings on at school to current pop culture to inside jokes that I probably don’t want to know what they are talking about.
I love Halloween. As I write this column, my wife is wearing a witch’s hat and decorating the inside of our house with various Halloween themed knick-knacks. (Seriously. She’s hardcore with this stuff.)
The world needs more Russells.
More on Russell in a moment, but first some backstory.
I had picked up my son from school, and we were stopped at a light on our way home. The guy behind me began honking and waving out of his driver’s side window. I stuck my head out my window and looked back. The guy said, “Hey, man, you’re leaking something pretty bad under your car!” I gave him a thumbs up, and then said to myself, “Great. Just make it home…”