The first night there, my brother took me for a ride in his car. (He gets to drive this one until he leaves on his mission next spring.) Yes, he put lights under it. He also notified me he came in second in a bass competition. I believe it. He turned up the music and I couldn’t even swallow, my throat was vibrating. I had to tell him to turn it down, so I didn’t choke. I knew he had the lights under the car, but I didn’t know…

My feet would glow, too. I told him he needs to find a different color, because when he has it on green, he looks like a Christmas ornament. I guess red, blue, and white (I think) are illegal while on the road. Makes sense. We did get lots of stares, though.

When we got back, I went to use the restroom, and got quite a surprise. I tried to turn on the lights, but all that came on were black lights. Not cool, Weston!

The kids thought it was so neat that their clothes glowed in the dark. Jameson came in to use the bathroom, and looked at his pants with a white  stripe and exclaimed, “Wow! Cool, Mom.” Then he pulled his pants down to reveal his Buzz Lightyear underwear with many Buzz’s glowing in the dark. I could see his excitement level heighten, and he yelled, “Mom, look!” Then he pulled his underwear down, and the disappointment set in. He looked down in disbelief as nothing was glowing. He looked at me and asked, “Hey Mom, what?” I just looked at him and said, “Sorry bud. You and every other guy, but it doesn’t glow in the dark.”