One of the three, anyway. B doesn’t see the logic in becoming just one more in the Great Horde at the Mall, so we’re staying mostly in today. And there’s no snow.
But Glurge always there has been, always there is, and always there will be.
Snopes doesn’t have anything up yet, much to my shagrin as I thoroughly enjoy showing the particular buffoon who occasionally clutters up my email inbox that the cute stories he depends on to be fact are, in point of fact, not.
It’s the usual formula … childlike innocence + harried parent + social pressure + “unique” situation = CUTE/MEANINGFUL LESSON.
I dunno … after the first fifteen of them, it gets old. And rather easy to figure out it’s glurge.