Ross had Boy Scouts Thursday night. The girls were bawling they couldn't go to the meeting and Mike was feeling guilty leaving them so upset. However, the topic was knife safety and the thought of our girls holding knives was not on my to-do-list for Thursday.
The situation called for serious intervention. I knew there was only one way... one suggestion... two words that would remedy their agony.
Glamour Shots.
Two words that took me back to 1992 as I considered looking for a pair of Guess jeans, a banana clip and the krimper.
But it worked.
Mike returned from Scouts and asked if we'd been playing Glamour Shots.
He never ceases to amaze me.
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