Scene: The couch…Hubby and I seated and watching television. The phone rings.
Son: garbled greeting
Son: Who is this?
Me: Who is THIS??
Son: It’s your son.
Me: Oh good, because this is your mother.
Son: Do you mind if I stay over at a friend’s house for a pasta party?
Me (again): I’m SO sorry your dad and I missed Meet the Team tonight! (This is an annual tradition where all the sports teams of the season meet, go over rules and expectations, and the kids are introduced.)
Son: That’s okay.
Me: In my defense, I was cooking bacon and lost track of time. I saved some for you.
Son: Well, THAT’s a great excuse!
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