The Boy has been taking drum lessons & recently joined a band called The Blast. They’re all about the same age & they have some serious talent going on.
This is The Blast performing “Spiderwebs” by No Doubt at a local festival.
After hearing them practice this particular song one day, I was humming it to myself & sang the line, “It’s all your fault I screen my phone calls.”
The Boy: “That’s what she says?”
Me: “Yes. Why? What did you think she said.”
The Boy: “I thought she said, ‘It’s all your fault I scream my balls off’ & I thought it was a little weird for a kids band.”
The Girl has chosen Health Occupations as her concentration for technical high school. That means she will graduate from high school as a Certified Nursing Assistant & can start working or go on to further her education in healthcare. (Take that, regular high schools!)
As she finishes up her freshman year, they’re learning the basics of being a CNA…. taking a pulse, checking for respiratory distress, & the all important making a bed. Hey… someone’s gotta do it.
She got a 95% on her bed making evaluation.
I guess she saves the other 5% for home.
Me: “Hey… come get dinner.”
“You cooked dinner?”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“What’s next… you’re going to tell us we’re adopted, aren’t you.”
“Not possible. I have Dad’s nose.”
Yesterday was a long day.
As I was brushing my teeth, The Boy came into the bathroom, full of energy, asking a million questions & talking up a storm.
Me: “Buddy, it’s been a really long day & I just want to go to bed.”
He chattered on for a few more minutes until I finally just needed quiet.
Me: “Seriously, bud. I can’t do one more thing. I’m all done with today & I can’t do even one more thing. I just want to go to bed.”
The Boy: “Well, isn’t THAT one more thing?”
Here’s a link to a hipster video for a really great song called “One Thing.” See what I did there?
Today is Palm Sunday but after a morning that involved having to get up early, not being able to find his shoes, and, for some reason, not being able to get palms at church, The Boy declared it “Face Palm Sunday.”
We were at the local trampoline park & their mascot, a bright green kangaroo named “Joey,” came out to greet the crowd.
The Girl: “This guy’s thinking ‘Be a dentist, mom said. You’ll be very successful, she said. But no… I had to go into theater arts.’ How’s that working out for you, pal?”
What poor career choices look like
The Boy: “Sleep is just a time warp between bedtime & breakfast.”