My early morning conversations with my 12-year-old seem to becoming more and more ridiculous as the school year marches on. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. We have approximately 20 minutes between the time I wake up and the time I drive him to the bus stop. In a hung-over haze, I quickly attempt to make his lunch while we discuss the latest current events. Today was no different.
As P sat on the sofa, I did what I swore I would never do as it was so friggin’ annoying as a child watching tv, when my grandma did it. She would ask things like……
“Who’s this fella’?”
“Is this still the same show?”
5 minutes later, “Is this still the same show?”
Get with the program grandma! Literally. But I digress. Here’s how the conversation went this morning….
“P, is he a player?” I asked about the gentleman on t.v, giving a press conference. I thought he was good-looking.
P laughed as if I had just asked if the dude was the MVP of Tiddlywinks.
“That guy? He’s too old to be a player. That’s the coach.” He responded. “Player,” he laughed-snorted.
In a voice 10 octaves lower than my usual voice, I pointed my finger dramatically at him and said, “you shut your mouth.”
P laughed as this is a common occurrence in my household. My sons will yell at the t.v. and make a comment on how a guy is too old to be playing goalie. Meanwhile I’m wondering if the dude is old enough to drink. When I ask how old the guy is they’ll announce,
The Lunch Box
Just minutes after my schooling of how the 40-something-coach is indeed not a player, I reached into my freezer to get an ice block out for P’s lunch.
“I don’t think it’s cold enough,” I said as I handed it to him.
He touched it, “yeah, it’s not.”
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “We didn’t even have ice blocks for lunches when I was your age.”
“What ‘cha have to do? Empty an ice tray into a bag?”
Playing on our conversation just minutes before that, I decided to roll with it.
“Nah, that wasn’t possible, as plastic for the ice trays had not been invented…….in 1856.”