like sister like brother
Between living with a teenager and managing Lemony Child's medical crap, Lemony Brother seems to always be flying under the radar. Oh, he gets into trouble, and cops a typically tween-ish attitude with me and his father daily, but mostly, he's just...normal. No teenager outbursts of insanity. No immunologist and gastroenterolgist appointments to keep up with. He doesn't have the larger-than-life personality of his little sister and he isn't likely to confront Muffy with tales of blow jobs and Count Chocula.
He just does his thing, you know? Hangs with his little neighborhood buddies and plays Guitar Hero. He's a mellow, easy-going, go-with-the-flow kind of kid.
Mellow and easy-going and laid-back is why you don't hear much about him here.
As I was getting dinner started this afternoon (we're having chili on this dreary, rainy, raw evening), he asked me if his friend could come over for an hour to play Guitar Hero. Being the agreeable mother that I am I said, "Sure, dude."
"His mother will want to come in and meet you..."
"That's fine. I'm just cooking dinner."
Normal, right???
Not in this house.
When the 12-year-old friend and his mother showed up, I asked Lemony Brother to let them in because I was literally up to my forearms in canned tomatoes thanks to Lemony mutt charging by at full-speed and bumping into me just as I was about to put the tomatoes in the pot.
I said hi to Lemony Brother's friend and apologized to his mother for being covered in tomatoes...if she could just give me one minute to rinse off...
This would be where I noticed the woman's eyes were looking over my shoulder to where an open bottle of Sam Adams Boston Ale was sitting on the counter. Her eyes widened just a little, and I knew what she was thinking: Oh, my GOD, the woman is DRINKING at three o'clock in the afternoon and she expects me to leave my CHILD HERE????
I was just about to explain to her that Sam Adams Boston Ale is my second very most favorite beer behind Sam Adams Summer Ale and yes, I do enjoy imbibing every once in a while after the kids are in bed or at a family barbeque on a Sunday in August, but that on this day, at this very moment, it is nothing more than a key ingredient for the chili when Lemony Brother opened his mouth and said:
"I used to worry about her and the beer, but my dad says it's fine because it makes her happier. Unless she crashes the car or forgets to pick one of us up from school, we don't mind that she's drunk."
He's more like his little sister than I thought. Or is that the other way around?
*apparently the child thinks he's a comedian and thought his friend's mother would get that he was just kidding. oy.
He just does his thing, you know? Hangs with his little neighborhood buddies and plays Guitar Hero. He's a mellow, easy-going, go-with-the-flow kind of kid.
Mellow and easy-going and laid-back is why you don't hear much about him here.
As I was getting dinner started this afternoon (we're having chili on this dreary, rainy, raw evening), he asked me if his friend could come over for an hour to play Guitar Hero. Being the agreeable mother that I am I said, "Sure, dude."
"His mother will want to come in and meet you..."
"That's fine. I'm just cooking dinner."
Normal, right???
Not in this house.
When the 12-year-old friend and his mother showed up, I asked Lemony Brother to let them in because I was literally up to my forearms in canned tomatoes thanks to Lemony mutt charging by at full-speed and bumping into me just as I was about to put the tomatoes in the pot.
I said hi to Lemony Brother's friend and apologized to his mother for being covered in tomatoes...if she could just give me one minute to rinse off...
This would be where I noticed the woman's eyes were looking over my shoulder to where an open bottle of Sam Adams Boston Ale was sitting on the counter. Her eyes widened just a little, and I knew what she was thinking: Oh, my GOD, the woman is DRINKING at three o'clock in the afternoon and she expects me to leave my CHILD HERE????
I was just about to explain to her that Sam Adams Boston Ale is my second very most favorite beer behind Sam Adams Summer Ale and yes, I do enjoy imbibing every once in a while after the kids are in bed or at a family barbeque on a Sunday in August, but that on this day, at this very moment, it is nothing more than a key ingredient for the chili when Lemony Brother opened his mouth and said:
"I used to worry about her and the beer, but my dad says it's fine because it makes her happier. Unless she crashes the car or forgets to pick one of us up from school, we don't mind that she's drunk."
He's more like his little sister than I thought. Or is that the other way around?
*apparently the child thinks he's a comedian and thought his friend's mother would get that he was just kidding. oy.
4 Comments:
ahhh! I hope the mom did have a sense of humor. And mmm, now I have a hankering for chili (it's actually *snowing* here right now).
ROFLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope the other mom didn't run away screaming, and that you got a chance to fix things to your liking -- or did you offer her a cold one? ;^)
She didn't run away screaming but her eyes got really wide for the minute it took me to thwack my son on the head and say, "Tell her you're kidding! Tell her you're KIDDING!!!"
Okay, I didn't thwack him on the head. I did think about it, though. ;-)
His friend stayed and Guitar Hero fun was had by all, although I'm pretty sure the mom wasn't convinced she should go, lol!
xo
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