The high school choral director teaches the kids much about proper concert manners. My father broke many last night when he leaned over to me between songs and attempted to whisper, "You know? Quinn is really starting to grow up into a handsome little shit."
Did I mention that the concert was held in the sanctuary of a small church in town? And that the pews were packed?
And on a related note: When did my parents start swearing in casual conversation? I recall being grounded once for saying "hell" on a visit home from college during my freshman year.
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