Holy....

Tuesday night I picked the kids up from school and it was dark so I told Cooper I'd drive him past the house with tons of lights. As we were driving up Chamberlain Street, Cooper kept asking him if were at the house as we drove by each one that had some lights at it. I kept telling him no, and that he'd know it when we got there. As we pulled up to this house, I heard him clearly say "Holy Shit" outloud. We won't be making it a point to drive past that house anymore...