As RenTeen approached the security gate beyond which we could not accompany him, his grandmother gave him a big hug and said, “Go and be safe.” Then, I gave him a big hug and advised him, “Go and have an adventure.” It is time.
RenTeen is going to London for Spring Break. While going over my checklist of errands and supplies for the trip, I realized that I left something important out of the preparations. I forgot to talk to the chaperones about what sometimes happens on airplanes when you have VonWillebrand’s. Me: “Has anyone going on the Spring […]
When one of my older children entered middle school, they surprised everyone by immediately having failing grades in their classes. We hopped on the online grade book and discovered that this child wasn’t turning in homework or projects. Tests and quiz grades were stellar. Homework was a consistent F. Since we knew the homework was […]
Me: “While you’re in the hotel arcade, mom and dad are going to take a nap.” Starving Artist: “I don’t believe you.”
Me: “A green, framed “Leaves of Grass” poster would look great in our bedroom.” Professor Teen: “Leaves of Grass? Is that a book or something?” Me: “Are you joking?” Professor Teen: “No.”
I asked for new book suggestions and you answered. You answered with books that you care about, books that your teens care about and books that you think Professor Teen will care about. When Netflix recommends old tv shows and movies based on an algorithm, I try their suggestions. I love movies and tv, but […]
Professor Teen leaves in exactly one week for almost two weeks of light shows, temporary art, canine athletes and mechanical cats. He will also be spending more than 24 hours on airplanes and trains. This is Professor Teen. So is this. I have millions of these. Professor Teen loves to read. After borrowing and buying […]
Sometimes, when Professor Teen speaks, I feel like an over-the-hill Penny.
Dad: “Don’t forget you have a nurse appointment tomorrow.” Boy teen: “I do? Why?” Mom: “It’s just your HPV booster.” Dad: “Herpes or something.” Mom: “Cervical cancer.” Dad: “Do you have a cervix, son?” Boy teen: “Uh, I guess so.” Dad: “Really?” Boy teen: “Hang on. I’m googling it.” Dad: “You should do that?”