it's thursday night and i'm getting revved up to complete (after starting) a couple of costumes. max is a little worried he might have to go as a second grade boy.
on his way down the hall towards his bed -
-mom, why didn't you just get one of the ninja costumes from the goodwill? (those words said with real tears and a bit of panic)
-i could tell they were all really flimsy. they would just fall apart.
-mom! you can't just say you could tell they were flimsy. that's like looking at a person and saying he's mean just by looking at him!
and that's max. always the last to judge a person by his cover.