I'm sure every family has a story that they love to tell over and over again. Usually the star of the story gets a bit weary of hearing it, but hey, that's what families are for, right?
We have a story that involved our oldest when he was an adorable first grader. The incident happened during a surprise we got while attending the first grade school play and had to do with a "pretty porcupine". I won't go into details, as it will likely appear someday in an essay, but I can tell you our son wishes we'd forget the whole thing. So of course rather than forget it, at his rehearsal dinner a few weeks ago we unveiled a surprise groom's cake.
A pretty porcupine!
Our son disemboweled this cute little critter with the gusto of a starving hunter. While he cut and conquered, we took delight in sharing the story with the bride's out-of-town family. The porcupine had leaped right out of the bag, so to speak, and our son wasn't very happy about it.
Come on, doesn't anyone have a sense of humor anymore?
P.S. Mom and Sister were finally forgiven.
