Sunday, March 19, 2017
No, this isn't the start of a really bad joke. Or maybe it is. I was in my bedroom, frantically writing lesson plans for the week (nothing like procrastination!), when my son knocked on the door. He has started knocking (a good thing) because he's terrified that he will catch his mother in a state of undress.
"Come in," I called out.
"Where's Dad?" he mumbled, stepping into my room.
"He's at the store," I answered, imagining that would probably be the end of our conversation.
"Shouldn't he be making French toast? I'm hungry," my teenage son replied.
"Are you serious?"
I'm still stupefied by his response. Apparently, it has become our job to make sure that there is food ready for him when he emerges from his cave of a room. Poor kid. It must be rough living in a house with such poor service.
I tried to explain that in order for us to make him breakfast, we have to actually have food with which to make it.
"But he's been gone forever," he told me.
"He's buying groceries for the week," I explained. And really, his dad had not been gone forever. It was more like 30 minutes.
"Why?" my child moaned.
"Why? Because we need food." Somehow that seemed quite obvious to me, but then I'm not a teenager stumbling out of bed at 9:00 in the morning.
Heading back toward the door, apparently unsatisfied with the answers I was giving him, my son threw back over his shoulder, "I'm going to the store to get some food."
"Jared! That's what your father is doing. What is the matter with you?"
"I'm just hungry, I guess." And slightly irrational, I wanted to add. But that probably wouldn't have been entirely fair, as I have been known to get a bit irrational myself when I need food.
My son closed the bedroom door and slunk off to who knows where. I'd like to believe it was to his room to clean it or to the computer to complete his homework, but I am not that delusional.
Ah, teenagers! Thinking about our exchange, all I can do is shake my head and laugh. And write about it, of course!