We have HUGE news in the Zoot household!
LilZ has entered political office. He is now the student council representative for his homeroom! My son – a politician. He won his campaign on the Marriage Rights for Homosexuals ticket. We’re so proud. His Nana is already campaigning for him on the Democratic ticket for the 2032 presidential election. Buy your bumper stickers now!
(Okay. He actually won on the Heads-Down-Eyes-Closed-And-Raise-Your-Hands-To-Vote-For-LilZoot ticket. But hey, his foot is in the door, people. Be patient.)
How impressive is he? He’s the freakin’ “NEW KID” for chrissakes! What “NEW KID” has EVER – in the history of the public school system – EVER made it in an election less than a month after starting school? I’ll tell you who. NO ONE. Unless they were gifted with the amazing talent of being able to befriend EVERY LIVING SOUL, AND POSSIBLY ZOMBIES TOO, like LilZ has. He’s amazing to see in action. He fears no situation alone because as he sees it? There’s a potential friend in every room.
Sniff. You’re proud too, aren’t you? You kinda feel like you’ve got a bit invested in his future? Yep. Thought so. See? He even has that power over the INTERNET. Don’t resist, his charm is too great.
To celebrate? We’re taking him to sit in a sky box at the local minor league baseball game. Actually, that was kind of a coincidence because Grandpa won tickets for us ALL to go a few weeks ago. But hey, I don’t mind using someone else’s luck to reward my son for a job well done. And there sure as hell is NO OTHER DAMN WAY you would get me and my large sweaty ass outside for an ENTIRE baseball game unless there was an Air Conditioned sky box involved. So, we all win in this situation. Especially those who will have to sit next to me. I do NOT smell pretty when festering outside for more than 10 minutes.