Son:  I know it disappoints you mom, but I’m not GOTH.

Mother (looking very confused, and holding out a handful of new t-shirts most of which have skulls on them.):  Ah, what?  I never thought you were goth.

Son:  Then why do you keep buying me t-shirts with skulls on them.

Mother:  Because your favorite shirt has a skull on it.

Son:  I only like that one because it’s so soft, not because it has a skull on it.

Mother: Oh.

Son:  I know you and Dad want me to be goth because you are.

Mother: We’re goth?  Since when?

Son:  cheap generic drugs I don’t know, you just are. (Stomps off to his bedroom leaving me holding all the new t-shirts.)

Later that evening…

Mother:  Did you know that Son thinks we’re goth?

Dad (laughing loudly):  No, why does he think that?

Mother:  Apparently because I keep buying him skull shirts.

Dad:  But he always wears that brown one with the skull on it.

Mother:  Because it’s softer than the rest of his t-shirts.

Dad:  Oh.

Mother:  Hey, by the way, I got you a bunch of new t-shirts today. (Handing him the same shirts she offered her son.)

Dad:  Cool, where are they.  Hey, I like these.  This one’s really cool. (Holding up a black 20mg cialis t-shirt with a silver skull design.)  I think I’ll wear it to the picnic Sunday.  What’s that one over there?

Mother:  Oh, that’s just one that I decided to… Uh, got myself.

Dad:  Let me see it.  (Holding up a black t-shirt with glittery red flames.)  Hmm…  Maybe we are goth?

Mother (sheepishly):  I only like it because it’s sparkly.

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