What the Efff is TRON?!

So as I'm peeing this evening after tucking Shorty in post stories, I hear this rattle rattle, paper sounding noise that seems to go on for evah! I think, what is that? And then I hear the hubs say, I've got my costume...come see. I tell him he'll have to hang on a sec cuz i'm mid stream.

I wash my hands and make way to the bedroom....a full 12 feet at least. Yeah, long walk. I know. And what do I see? Hubs has a large piece of paper over him with some black lines and the word, "TRON". I say, what is tron? He's like, uh, what? And I'm like totally trying to not make fun of his "costume" for his sister's 80's party on Friday.

So back to TRON. He says something that I don't understand and I am trying to get him to understand that I simply don't have the foggiest as to what the fuck he's talking about. (at school I'd tell the children I have no schema for TRON and then we'd work to build our schema together)

So...back to TRON. I know I could google it, but enlighten me readers reader. What the hell is TRON?! And I'd like to mention....hubs was reading over my shoulder trying to bully me into making changes to my post. I just told him to, "post a comment, it's my effing blog".

Nuff said, what the hell is TRON?

And we'll be back to sweet posts tomorrow about how my once baby is a grown up girl.