“Brian, I need you to sit with me and go over what you need at school so I can fill out all your school forms.”
“Just do the same as last year.”
“Well, do you need new gym shorts?”
“Mine are kinda tight.”
“I take it that’s a – yes.”
“I have my red shorts I can wear.”
“Then I take it that’s a – no.”
“I could use another one.”
“Then it’s a – yes.”
“I guess.”
“OH GOOD God! I’m getting you a pair – even if I end up using them!”
“Funny mom.”
“I’m ordering pictures. You’ll have to dress nice at registration.”
“Why?”
“Because registration is when they take your school photos.”
“No they don’t. They take photos for the Yearbook and my ID card.”
“Yes. Same photos – your school photos.”
“No – they’re Yearbook and ID photos mom.”
(Mom’s eye begins twitching).
“No. Remember last year – they were all done at registration.”
“No mom that’s not right.”
“Brian, I am giving you a check for all of this, just like I did last year. Just humor me and look nice for registration, OK?”
“God Mom, sometimes you make this so difficult!”
I am happy to report that Brian went to registration and did not order gym shorts or photographs, even though I gave him a check to cover it. He wore a t-shirt and did not “dress nice” because it was hot. He also came home with the check.
Grandmothers will not be getting school pictures for Christmas.
As I’m retiring to drink a glass of wine and do deep breathing exercises in the backyard, a teenage voice in my home can be heard saying,
“Mom? Where are you going? I think I need gym shorts after all . . .”
Untile next time -
C
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