So Jack's car is in the shop again, which puts him in a really crabby mood. My usually easy-going son is frustrated and huffy. Needing to let off a little steam, he went with his girlfriend Dan, with whom he spends three hours a night at the Y, to Suburban Tap after their workout. Did not get home until 2 in the morning. Five hours later, he was dragging around in the kitchen, watching the coffee drip, when I asked him what he was thinking--staying out so late:
Jack: I dunno.
TR: Seriously, Jack. What could have been so fascinating?
Jack: Well, Dan was there, and Vickie, and B.T...
TR: Oh, B.T.'s mom lets him stay out till 2?
Jack: Yeah, she realizes he's pretty much 18, and there's not much she can say about it.
TR: I see. And does B.T. ask his mother to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to take to school every day?
Jack: Are you going to give me a ride or what?
5 comments:
On a school night??? Nothing good ever happens after midnight. The sooner a person learns that, the better off they will be.
Exactly.
Poor Jack.
Finally!
jack would nev-ver do anything wrong. i love jack.
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