Saturday, October 2, 2010

College Prep

"Now click on the submit button."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's too weird."

My oldest threw his hands up in exasperation. "You're too weird," he said. "I'll do it."

"I can't even watch," I said, turning away.

"What's the big deal?" he asked as he submitted his first college application.

"Cat's in the cradle," I sang.

"Mom was afraid this would happen," he said.

13 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

You should say that you're avoiding stress at the doctor's recommendation.
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zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Mom was afraid you would start to sing Cat Stevens songs?

I admit that would creep me out a little as well.

Von said...

good post!

Substance McGravitas said...

start to sing Cat Stevens songs?

Zombie ears degrade at a fast pace.

Jennifer said...

I guess we can't suggest bourbon and jerky as a soother...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

whatever stops the tears, Jennifer.

Jennifer said...

:)

Another Kiwi said...

Harry Chapin songs will stop the tears, but also the breathing. Not good from a non-zombie POV.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Like I care. Harry Chapin, Cat Stevens, it all drops breathers.

Snag, beware in case the Youngsters give you this as a "gift"

fish said...

I think you should grab him in a big hug and start weeping every time you see him for the next week or so. Pretty soon I bet he will be weeping too.

Kathleen said...

I think you need to start every sentence in his earshot with "When Oldest was born...."

Brando said...

The sad part: Snag's son leaving for school.

The happy part: Imagining Snag on campus for the first parent's weekend. Dean Wormer will never know what hit him.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I should zip up there and we can do a duet of "Watching Scotty Grow".