I'm glad I don't say half the things that I Think

Said to Fred and I in an elevator at the parking garage in Southlake Town Center by a teenage boy:

Him (looking at Elise who was wearing a purple hoodie with butterflies on it): Girl or boy?

Fred: Girl

Him: How old?

Fred: Almost 15 months

Him: Cherish her, man. You gotta cherish them at this age. They grow up so fast. Next thing you know they turn into us (indicating his group of friends).

Thank you son of Dr. Phil. I loooooove taking advice from a 16 year old who isn't bright enough to wear a jacket in 39 degree weather. Not to mention he thinks a baby wearing purple butterflies could possibly be a boy. I mean, these Southlake teens have done some hard livin', driving around in their Daddy's H3. Gotta give them props for their words of wisdom, yo.