Little Boy: Do you know the name of my best friend at school ? Little Girl: No. Little Boy: It starts with a D. Duh duh duh… Little Girl: Dominick? Little Boy: No. Duh duh duh… Little Girl: Dustin? Little Boy: No. Duh duh duh… Little Girl: Just tell me. Little Boy: Dakota. Little Girl: Okay. Little Boy: But I don’t think you would like him. Little Girl: Why not? Little Boy: Because he’s a boy. Little Girl: You’re right. I don’t like him. Little Boy: I thought so. Little Girl: If you see him you can tell him this. Little Boy: What? Little Girl: Tell him I stuck out my tongue at him. Little Boy: Ok.
My husband and I have been married for twenty-one years. Therefore, we felt the need to spend a whole bunch of money on fancy food. I don’t exactly know why….
The food was as delicious as it looked, but looking at the bill almost killed us.
Still, we had a great time. And of course, it was all about the conversation, and not the food, right? And if you’ve read about our previous “date nights” (see Valentine’s Day) you’ll know it’s always unpredictable.
Here’s a conversation sample:
Him: So my friend and I got into an argument about who is cooler: Michael Jackson or Jimi Hendrix.
Me: But that’s obvious. Jimi Hendrix. No contest.
Him: Yeah I know.
Me: He actually argued for Michael Jackson? Over JIMI?!
Him: So I made a power point–
Me: You made a power point?
Him: Well, just one slide.
Me:You made a POWER POINT?!
Him: And it showed definitively that Jimi Hendrix was cooler than Michael Jackson. My friend had to concede defeat.
Me: Well, of course. I like Michael Jackson and all, but… he’s not exactly cool.
Him: Yeah. I may be a natural nerd myself, but I know cool.
We recently reached the last days of May, and that means EVERYONE seems to be graduating from something.
Last week I attended three separate events marking the end of my kids’ school year. None was particularly exciting.
I mean, let’s be honest. Graduation ceremonies are a complete snooze. You sit there listening to the names of what seems like a thousand students, waiting for the five-second window in which they say the name of the ONE child you came to cheer for and take pictures of.
I spent hours clapping politely for a zillion kids I don’t know, and then ironically NOT clapping for the kid that I DO know, so that I can frantically snap pictures before said kid leaves the stage.
This picture is GG, who just “graduated” from middle school with a class of about 450. (Yeah. 450! And I sat there and listened to ALL those names!)
AND, may I point out, this is the kid whom I just watched graduate from elementary school only two years ago, in an equally boring but slightly less long ceremony.