I needed to come back downstairs for something though, so I came down wearing jeans and my collared shirt completely unbuttoned. And, for those of you who haven't seen me without my shirt on, I am a hairy man.
My eleven-year-old, Z, passed me on the stairs.
Z: What costume is that, dad?
Me: I'm dressed as "guy who didn't button his shirt."
Z: No, really, dad.
Z: Are you a werewolf?
|Yup, you got it. I'm a werewolf.|