From the Glossy Page Blog

Last year my kids’ school had their yearly talent show and this time both of my boys were going to sing together. My exmormon dad was a very good sport and sat through a lot of really horrible acts just so he could hear his grandkids sing. I thought my brother would be a better sport than my exmormon dad, but he was making wisecracks the whole time and asking when he could leave. They all left early and we were hoping we could go out for ice cream afterwards. Instead, we just went out with our own little family and I got my usual peanut butter and chocolate.