Quinn is ready for his dress rehearsal this evening. The middle school is presenting "Connecticut Yankees." All I know is that my son is completely exhausted from the four-hour long evening practices the last few days. So tired, in fact, that he must be having a brain-to-mouth backfire. He just shouted to me, "Good day, idiot!" on the way out the door.
Perhaps some day we will be reading "Quotable Quinn."
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