A Word about John
John, my beloved 16-year old son, is bugging the crap out of me.
He is theoretically grounded, but as I am the Wussy Mom, I did let him go out to see his friend on his birthday. That one exception somehow translated to “Oh, I guess I’m not grounded any more.” So last night after work, he decided to play. Who knows what time he got home, but I do know that it was before it snowed.
How do I know this?
Because he left the sunroof open and the car outside of the garage. I promise a photo, because inspite of being so mad I could have beaten him senseless (oh wait… he is already senseless) I did see the humor in it and insited that Brent take a picture of my car filled with snow.
Brent, in his ultimatumish way declared that “JOHN WILL NEVER DRIVE AGAIN”. I merely realized that tomorrow he is finally being ordained a Priest, and You Know Who is chewing on him pretty bad. Is it any wonder that this Wunder Kind is acting like some changeling?
I hope that after the broo-ha-ha of ordaining him is done that the original John will return, and the house will be peaceful again.