On the MUNI, on schedule, on time, on the way to school today, I look in my purse.
There is no banana in my bag.
Me: "Kid, there's no banana in my bag. I know you probably don't care. You don't even like bananas."
(I wait, expecting his spiel about how he does eat bananas, maybe one every 3 - 6 mos. ...)
The Kid: "Actually, I had a banana yesterday."
(Insert my Looney Tune bug eyes here)
Me: "The heck you say!"
The Kid: "I did. I ate one yesterday at Afterschool, only because I was hungry."
Me: "Well, I'm glad you ate a piece of fruit being hungry. You must've been hungry."
Silence.
Me: "Wow, you ate a banana. I have to write it in my diary."
The Kid: Chuckle and snort: "Um, you don't really have a diary ... do you?"
Me: "No, I don't, but I have a blog..."
The Kid: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah."
The Kid twists his face in a way that says soo much.
Me: "Don't worry. I never use your real name."
The Kid: "Good."
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