Big Plans For Friday Night
I left Lo's softball game tonight while the coaches and refs were still haggling over a questionable call and went straight over to the high school to pick Jack up from practice, just so I could sit in the parking lot waiting for him for twenty minutes, which is fine, for such is my lot in life...
Before my son's butt hits the bucket seat, he starts screaming about the heat being on full blast and then busts me for being wrapped in a blanket. After he adjusts the temperature and the radio to his liking, I ask if he'd like to drive, since he needs the practice, to which he responds, "Not THIS car," because we all know if he were to drive--even the two miles to our house--a red VW Beetle, he would instantly know all the words to "It's Raining Men."
On the road, he informed me that tomorrow, he, BT and Julian were planning to go to Noonday Park to ride their bikes. I just stared at him:
TR: (Raises eyebrows) Tomorrow?
JackMan: Yeah, it's supposed to be nice--AAAH, it's your birthday!
TR: (Again with the eyebrows)
TR: You're going to go eat pizza with us.
JackMan: Oh My God! I hate to go out! [with y'all]
TR: It's my BIRTHDAY!
JackMan: Big deal--what have you had, like 50 of them? Don't make me go and I won't make you come to mine.
TR: I wouldn't miss your birthday dinner. I gave birth to you. Your birthday is really more about me than it is about you.
JackMan: EXACTLY! And yours is more about Mamoo. So you and Mamoo should go.
TR: Oh, yeah. Mamoo and Granny are coming. You'll be in charge of Granny's walker.