Clearly, that’s me
I bought my son an instrument because he promised that he’d practice it if I got it for him.
Me: How’s the instrument playing going? Well or not well?
Him: The middle place.
I believe I’ve been tricked.
Still, it’s hard to be too mad at him. He has a way with words – like a 65 year-old Italian man.
Him: What’s for dinner?
Me: Grilled Thai-lime pork and sweet potatoes.
Him: That smells lovely. Thank you for making all the food.
Although he’s probably had his fill with me as well.
Him: I was dreaming…
Me: (interrupting) The past-tense of “to dream” is “dreamt.” Unless you’re speaking about a past-imperfect where…
Him: (rolls eyes, interrupts) In any case…
Me: (shrugging) OK, that’s a valid response.
He’s still a kid, though, which makes me happy.
Case-in-point, I stopped by a friend’s place with the kid for a play date for him, the other day.
Before I knew it, we were watching a play starring the kids and killing 1.5 bottles of wine (the adults).
Her: You brought Moscato? That’s what my mother who’s a 70 retiree drinks.
Me: Clearly, that’s me.
And then everything went down with my uncle. Here’s the governor of NJ saying a few kind words about him specifically…
…as well as a nice article written in the local paper.
Like I always say, thank goodness for the good souls.
MJ: What’re you doing Lo Lo? I’m in Central Park near ya.
Me: I’m with the kiddo but you’re welcome to stop by. You have to wear a mask if you do, just FYI. Although I suppose you had it so that’s probably not even necessary for us here.
Him: I’ll come say hi.
Location: in front of my door with a half-gallon of eggshell white
Music: I know I always break your heart(Spotify)
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7 Replies to “The middle place”
Yo get him on some CCP cartoons. They’re so good now.
Your Uncle was also mentioned on the local news in Atlanta GA. Just thought you might like to know.
Really? All the way in Georgia?! How wonderful – how on earth did he even come up?