I have this friend that calls and chats with me, probably weekly.
Almost every phone call has something along the lines of how did Drew turn out like “this”.
I keep telling her I truly don’t think it’s anything we did or didn’t do; that it is, in fact, “a stage”.
“Teen”, yet another bad 4 letter word.
Hold up! Let me first say, that Drew is not a bad kid! No drugs / sex/ etc., no poor choices of friends, no criminal record. . . He’s just guilty of poor judgement and letting his hormones (the aggressive ones) get the better of him occasionally. He gets “sullen”. I despise “sullen”.
And of thinking his parents are complete idiots, and therefore have no clue about. . . well, about anything.
Well, she called me yesterday to say I jinxed her.
Her eldest, ever-so-sweet son turned ugly.
I laughed. Really, I couldn’t help myself.
Just so you know, I remember when my eldest was ever-so-sweet.
I did try to convince her that my laughter was a good sign; that it means I can still find humor in life.
She didn’t fall for it.
I think she saw it as a sign that I’m just this / \ (that’s two fingers held close together) much closer to being committed.
She’s probably right.
Ahhh, something else she has to look forward to!
Sweetie, I’ll save you a seat and we can play checkers. . . or eat them thinking they are candies.