GoMom

At the coffeeshop the other day, one of my friends, who also has a teenager, confided in me. "Guess what fell out of someone's pocket while I was doing laundry?" Yes, it was the thing that should have been in his wallet. A condom. He's 16. So I'm trying to get her focus off the fact that her first child could be having sex, and I launched into a speech about how we should be glad that he's actually prepared, and using his brain as well as other parts of his body. Then, swear to god, my 5er comes running over from the corner playpit, and points to his own oddly shaped shorts with a loud "Look mommy, my wiener is wango!" That coffeeshop is cursed.