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.
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.