Thursday, September 10, 2009


I'm sitting in bed trying to get some work done before I have to attend a "ropes course" tomorrow from 7 am - 7 pm (don't ask - some leadership course thing... and no, I am not excited)

Zach, my 14-year-old, comes in and sits down on the bed by my feet.

Zach: Uh... mom?

Me: (I don't look up and continue typing). Yup.

Zach: Can I have a man-over tomorrow.

I look up.

Me: What?

Zach: A man-over?


Me: A man-over.

Zach: Yeah. A man-over.... with Jake.

Me: What's a man-over?

Zach: (completely straight-faced) It's when a guy friend comes for an overnight and we sit around eating beef jerky and talking about trucks.



Me: (I'm still staring at him). Oh my God, Zach. Seriously. Where do you come up with this stuff.

Zach: I'm quite clever.

1 comment:

  1. Najla, best of luck to you tomorrow on the ropes course! I always liked those types of confidence or leadership courses. Did you never do the 40-foot high telephone pole course at BHS? I forget the name of the PE teacher who put that in, but I remember he was a wily Korean War vet, and he also saved Myron Hall's life when Myron tried to swim the length of the pool underwater two or three times.