Wanna Hangover?

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Kid Two tells me he invited Carlos to come to our house for a hangover.
Huh? A hangover?
Me: You invited him to come over to watch the Hangover?
pleasesaynopleasesaynopleasesayno...
He looks at me for a second, slowly shakes his head in dissapointment and repeats himself.
Slowly...So I will U N D E R S T A N D.
F O R   A   H A N G O V E R...you know...like come "H A N G  O U T?!"
He even made air quotes with his little smarty-man eight year old fingers.

ME: Oh. very well, then. Cuz don't be inviting third graders to come over to watch the Hangover. You'll get me kicked out of the Parents Club, K? Ok.
T H A N K S.

Hangover (v.) to hang out. Duh.


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