ok so like. we drove past this place called ‘house of fabric’ or something and he immediately saw it and blurted something along the lines of “the house of fabric! come in today and you can shove as much fabric in your mouth as you want! unlimited mouthfulls of fabric! free of charge!” and it honestly sounded like he was reading something directly out of tumblr and it was a little jarring. my dad is even more in with this generation than i thought
queerhomestuck 