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?”