February 23, 2005

  • Boys.

    Says it all, doesn't it?

    Last night Charles unveiled his plan to attend some 400 person LAN party this weekend, lasting from Friday evening to Sunday evening, at Fair Park in Dallas.  He's planning to sleep at his computer.


    Last night during homework time I idly asked Dmitry about the big computer project he'd had, and about which I'd sent a letter to the teacher via him, as he had assured me he'd basically die of embarrassment were I to actually visit the teacher in person.   Something about the expression on his face put my maternal faculties on High Alert.  You did give it to him, right?  I asked.

    Eyes sliding off to the side, he muttered something unintelligible.  Upon being pressed, he declared he couldn't remember.  Do I expect him, he declaimed dramatically, to remember everything?   No.  Just whether or not he handed the letter to the teacher.  Upon removing everything from his backpack (including a truly impressive number of pens....no wonder we can never find any around here), there was The Letter.  Dated Feb. 10.

    We both stared at it.  He spoke first.  "Am I doomed?"

    "Yep.  'Fraid so."

    He groaned.


Comments (4)

  • Dimitry sounds just like my Robert. I'm so glad that I'm not the only one experiencing this lovely side to boys!! (and Robert also has an impressive number of pens and pencils)

  • Sometimes like to round 'em up and drop 'em in a well, huh? 

  • I already have my own "BOYS!" stories and mine are only 6, 4, and 2 (and 25 if you want to count the husband ...) I don't want to think about the future. haha.

  • Poor little thing. [patting hand in a commiserating manner]

    Your life is going to be so...so...interesting once they hit school. =8^o

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