Archive for December, 2010
Several weeks ago, my 16-year-old son was getting ready to go to a high school play-off football game. When he went out the door wearing jeans, a long sleeved shirt and no jacket, I told him that it was going to get cold that night and that he should get his coat. He didn’t. As he got in the car with his younger brother, my husband, and me, I told him again: “David, it’s supposed to get into the 30s tonight — you need a coat or something.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said, and though I couldn’t see his eyes I’m sure he was rolling them. What’s that saying about you have to pick your battles? I knew this argument was going nowhere, so I didn’t press it. We were going to stop by his girlfriend’s house and drop them both off at the game. When she opened the car door, she took one look at David and said, “David, you need a jacket because it’s supposed to get really cold later on.”
“It is?” he asked, like he was oblvious to the weather report I’d given to him just a few minutes earlier.
What the . .. ? I thought but didn’t say anything. He looked at her like the words she spoke were the most enlightening ones ever spoken.
He added, “I didn’t know it was going to be that cold.” At this point, I had to restrain myself from reaching into the back seat and strangling him. His girlfriend still had a sweatshirt of his at her house so she ran in and got it for him to wear.
And it did get very cold that night. He didn’t listen to me, so thank God his girlfriend provides a bit more of that common sense derived from estrogen.