Brishen was asked by the coordinator to drive his truck. 3 times. Brishen told the guy that he doesn't know how to drive, but the guy said that was OK and that he could do it anyway and probably not tell his mom. 3 times. He told Brishen that a stranger was giving him the keys and permission to drive, and that opportunities like that don't happen very often. I asked Brishen if he even knew how to start it and put it in gear. He said that he "figured it out." The didn't trust him to drive the quads, but a full size truck. Sure.
Dany didn't even Snapchat me a picture of my son driving for the first time. What's up with that?
Leave it to Brishen to tell me that he chose not to tell them why the gladiator helmets they have for photo ops are not historically accurate and would probably have only been worn by centurions in a parade and never by real gladiators. That's my son. My driving son.
(In other news, Brishen went formal-suit-shopping and Noah-movie-watching with Jon this evening, so he had quite the full day!)
This is how Brishen chose to use his slime putty.
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