This young man has a propensity for using colorful language, the kind that makes me cringe when I read it. He knows this because I leave him comments all the time. All the time. It's the mother in me.
But, truly, it's for him. I'm not sure he really wants people to think of him as the boy who cannot write a sentence without swearing or inferring something crude and distasteful. There are certain things that one never needs to know about another human being. Sharing, in this case, is just a bit too much. There is always a more clever, concise and inoffensive way to get one's point across. It just takes thought.
So, this little hat is now on its way to Texas. Maybe it will be a thinking cap of sorts, one that will remind the wearer of the promise that was made with the maker. Really, he owes me nothing but I am trusting him to honor his word.
If he doesn't? Well, the hat will suck out all of his brains. Don't mess with a mom.