“Brian, that shirt doesn’t match your shorts.”
“So.”
“So … go put the blue one on.”
(Sigh)
“WHY??”
“Because it matches, because I said so, because I don’t like the shirt you have on. Just pick one – I don’t care and then change your shirt please.”
“But I like this shirt.”
“Yes, and you also like frozen Pop Tarts. C H A N G E the shirt please.”
(Sigh)
“OK, but I’m not re-fixing my hair.”
“Then I will.”
“What is the big deal mom?”
“I like for you to look prepared for school, and someday you’ll thank me.”
“Yeah, when I live on my own and can wear what I want in peace. (mumbling) I’ll thank the Gods for mornings to myself.”
“Peace? Did I hear you say peace?”
(silence)
“Yes – p e a c e.”
“Son – you like girls. You will never live in peace. Nice fantasy though.”
“I know!”
Until next time-
C
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