Zack: “Dude. I haven’t showered since…”
(Long pause. Literally a 30-second, dead silent pause while he tries to figure it out)
Zack: “I don’t even know.”
Kid (complaining): “Why is my photo on the classroom door in black and white and everyone else’s is in color?”
Me: “Because you missed the entire first week of school when we took the photos, so we had to print yours on the classroom printer instead of CVS. Remember that? When you missed the whole first week, because mom thought it was more important for you to be on vacation than to be in school learning? And you came back and had no idea what to do, and we had to take the time to re-explain every single thing you missed?”
Kid (head down): “Yeah…”
As a child, I missed the entire first week of school every single year, K through 8th grade, to vacation with my family in the Outer Banks.
It was fucking awesome.
Mom: “I figure you like this guy, since you haven’t written too much about him.”
Me: “Yeah, well. I’m trying not to be a weirdo.”
Mom: “Good idea.”
Guy: “I just assumed you and your sister had the exact same personality.”
And then I laughed so hard, I cried.
Two things Steph would never do.
A few days ago, out of nowhere, Steph texted the sibling group chat (never something she does unless it’s to share pictures of our porkpie nephew), proactively expressing a degree of interest/care over something happening in our lives.
Here was the reaction:
Then, hours later (fittingly)….
I’m pretty sure this post will ensure it never happens again.