The life-ed van is really, really tiny when you're a grown up. The stars on the roof are still cool and Harold is so fucking fake (for non-Australians, the life-ed van is a travelling sideshow of body parts and sex education, with a crap giraffe puppet who has education on the brain and only talks to the life-ed van staff but who kids are expected to think is real). Today I told a Harold- lie.
BEK: (coming in on the end of a 'Harold's not real' conversation) Oh, but he is. He told me that he thinks you were all great and he was glad to see you.
KID: (hopefully) .......... really???
BEK: Oh yeah.
i feel so dirty.
also,
best. craft. ever.