Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Just When I've Had Enough

The middle boy came home today while I was on the phone.


Crap, I'm on a business call.


I snap my fingers a few times, trying to get his attention from the study.


"Sorry," I say into the phone. "Just a second."

I stick my head out the door. "Hang on, buddy, I've got to finish."

My client laughs when she hears me. "Say hi to your son," she says. I like my client.

We finish the call and I go upstairs. He's eating popcorn and watching SportsCenter.

"What's up?" I ask. I hate popcorn. It stinks, it gives me a stomachache, and I always eat too much.

"I got my math test back," he says, smiling that awkward grin that a lot of middle schoolers have, not little boys any more but not yet adults. I got an 'A.' Pretty good, huh?"

"Yes it is. Pretty damn good. Way to go, man."

We do the high five thing, I muss his hair, and he turns back to the television. I look at him for a minute, wondering how this kid came to be.

Pretty damn good. He is that.


Anonymous said...

Congratulations to Middle Boy!

Anonymous said...

Whatever. It doesn't change the fact you gave some kid a black eye last week and Katie hates you too.

No donut for you. Now where is AG's keychain?!

Chuckles said...

I don't ask that my kids love me, just that they fear me.

And my mighty roar.

Snag said...

Jennifer, you're too nice. Chuckles, I like the cut of your jib.

AG, Katie does not hate me. That's just a mean mind-trick my kids are pulling. Don't go along with it. And you'll have to get the keychain from my Lovely Bride.

Elmo said...

My middle son is a genius too.