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?
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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.
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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.
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.
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