My son’s face fell when he heard the news that The Reverend was not able to drive he and his two friends to an event that night. I looked at him and said “You don’t think I’m cool?” My son finds it hard to hide the truth. “Um, uh, well, oh, um….” He tried.
It was official, my eleven year old didn’t think I was cool.
“So, what you are saying is that your Dad is cooler than me?”
“Well….” Avoiding eye contact completely.
I asked for it really.
We were on our way back home when they started talking about barf. I have a fairly awesome sense of humour but there is only so much barf talk one mom can take. I told them “If you say the word barf one more time, I am going to stop and make you run around the van ten times!” They took this as some sort of personal challenge.
**Whisper, whisper…even more hushed whispers, giggle, giggle**
I stared at them in the rear-view mirror. I knew they were up to no good.
More whispers “blah, blah, blah…barf.” I heard it plainly. It’s like they wanted me to pull over.
I did. Safely…I promise!
Two of them were definitely involved so I said “Get out and do your laps!”
They tried to look shocked. I’ll give them that. More peals of laughter and two 11-year-old boys started running around the van. I eyeballed the third, who looked completely innocent. I am nobody’s fool though.
The third “innocent” friend laughed and counted. As the two started climbing back in the van their friend piped up “That was only eight laps!” The two backed out of the door and finished up an extra two laps. Suckers!
I am certain I heard them whisper to my son “You have such a cool mom!”
A look of horror, or was it admiration, passed across my son’s face as I put the van in Drive.
I hoped their parents thought I was cool too because I could have been in big doo doo.