Picking Up The Kid

Our budding Yugoslavian partisan.

Last night we pulled up to the state park campsite where the kid's outdoors trip ended. When I got out of the car someone yelled, "There's the anti-Christ!"

Then the group started chanting, "Anti-Christ! Anti-Christ..."

During the trip the kid had a good time making up tall tales about my employment, such as I had been an energy trader for Enron or did the social media for Al-Qaeda. The result was the group had an outsized idea about my importance. I should be so lucky in all my entrances!

Stock! I mean stoke!