So…how ’bout those Red Sox? If you’re with New Englanders and the conversation turns awkward or uncomfortable, somebody will break it out and everybody knows it’s time to change the subject. Then there’s my teen. He…almost gets it right.

Yesterday I had a facepalm moment when I realized I’d gotten the teen’s spending money for an upcoming living history event in big bills.

Teen: “So?”

Me: “So what if you want a coffee and it’s a buck? You expect the vendor to make change for $100 bill?”

Teen: “Why not? A fifty, two twenties, a five and four ones.”

Me: “Most people will pay with a dollar bill, so that might be all he has. Unless one of those tents is hiding an 18th century strip club, you don’t want to carry around a leather bag stuffed with ninety-nine dollar bills.”

SK: If you have five dollar bills, do you get prettier strippers or do they take more clothes off?

*crickets*

Teen: “So…how ’bout those Mongols?”