So I’m driving down the road when Hal starts his longwinded manner of trying to tell me something.
“Mommy? You know that store? That one with all the books? The one with lots and lots of books?”
I have no clue if he means Hasting’s or Half Price Books or still some other place, but I make a slight affirmative noise and he continues.
“Well there’s a magazine I want.”
“What’s the name of the magazine?”
“I don’t know, but…” At this point, I know I’m going to get a very detailed description that likely won’t help me figure out the magazine. “…there’s these men. There’s three of them on the cover…”
I’m wondering if this might be some fitness magazine.
“…and they are holding guns…”
“…and there’s this big red skull in the middle of them.”
“But the scary stuff doesn’t show up until the middle of the book,” he assures me. “Although there is this really strange looking dog.”
I have no clue what this magazine is and I’m not sure I want to know. I am fairly confident that I won’t be purchasing it for my Kindergartner.