Why I Love My Son

Tonight, I was complaining to Max about the people at our local Whole Foods store. I noted that you couldn’t tell the difference between the homeless guys and the hipsters, who were affecting the same look, i.e., filthy dreadlocks and grubby clothing.

Max replied, “But you can’t say the homelss guys are “affecting” the look.

Me: “True.”

Max: “They’re “rocking” it.”

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13 Responses to “Why I Love My Son”

  1. Make Do Style Says:

    Ha!

  2. Cybill Says:

    Brilliant! Since his humour survived intact can we have an update on his health too?

  3. kate Says:

    Homeless people can afford to shop at Whole Foods now? More porridge, sir.

  4. Joy D. Says:

    aww. I like that you have these conversations with your children.

  5. Dru Says:

    I assume Max is better now? Could care less about the hipsters, though.

  6. WendyB Says:

    A+

  7. Cheraya Says:

    At first glance I thought those two were aged hipsters…. in fact they’re very young.
    Your son sounds like a wise soul

  8. Alicia Says:

    YAY MAX! How is he doing? And the gf?

  9. Anonymous even though I wrote a name Says:

    Awesome. And true.

  10. TheShoeGirl Says:

    Ya… the homeless/hipster trend is even worse in NY though

  11. hammie Says:

    your work is done xx

  12. Joy D. Says:

    ps. Baltimore has the homeless/crust punk/ hippy thing down too.

  13. Goggles Says:

    My sister has that exact same look, except her dreads are brown…

    *facepalm*

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