hystorical

after our wonderful dining experience at foul ball we were sitting at the table waiting for the kids to finish their icecream. i had laid a five dollar bill on the table. for the tip. much to my dismay. anyway, as i laid the money on the table sophie asked what the ticket was for. i told her it was money. and that it was a tip for service. even though it sucked. she asked who the guy was. i told her abe lincoln.

will [gasping]: a blinkin'! can we go look at christmas lights tonight?!