So my son comes to me and tells me about a book he wants to read. He’s seem references to it in a couple places and has heard how good it is. I’m always up for finding him a good book that he will read. He likes to read but is very picky. So I’m all “great!! What’s the book?” “Don Quecksito” I laughed so hard I cried. Yeah, not great parenting. But he is good at laughing along. So grateful he is a kid who can laugh at himself. I wouldn’t make it through this if his feelings got hurt at that stuff.
Quecksito. I misspell it every time. I’m open for suggestions as to what they would play. I think Quecksito is a confused bunch of kids playing in a garage who haven’t found their jam yet.