Late one evening, Boo, my eleven-year-old asked me for some posterboard.
This is something every parent hates.
Posterboard= a school supply that is difficult to store, annoying to carry, easily crushed or ruined, and is never requested until the last minute.
Anyways, I made a special trip to Wal-Mart and bought two sheets.
“Did you get the posterboard?” Boo asked.
Proudly I showed her the two pristine white sheets.
Boo looked at it. “Oh,” she said. “I guess I didn’t mean posterboard.”
“Can you get me some display board?”