Don’t make a mess in my car unless you plan to clean it up soon. I’m not here to drive you around, friend or not, and then clean up your mess afterward. I like to keep whatever I own clean. It’s not your personal cubby or closet for your things. It’s a car. It’s my car.
Clean car = clear mind = a better driving experience for the both of us.
Dear the boy,
I’ve been told that today is National Coming Out Day, so I thought I’d write you a letter to let you know that I am so proud of you and that I will always love and support you, whatever you decide to do or be when you grow up.
I know it’s likely too soon to open this can of worms and you’re probably not yet ready to talk about it, but your daddy and I have long suspected that you are (probably) straight, and I wanted to let you know that we’re OK with that. In fact, we’re more than OK with that. We will always love you unconditionally, whether you are straight or gay or bisexual or transgender or apricot.