(Oh wait. Already done and published. Click here to read.)
OK fine. I will write about the time B was terrorized by his French teacher, who told him he was so lazy he needed to see a doctor.
(Oh wait. Already done and published in my book. Click here to download and read.)
Alright, I will take him out for dinner to the same restaurant my mother (may she rest in peace) went to for her 16th birthday where the big treat was that she and her friends were allowed to smoke in public, and spent the entire night puffing on their cigarettes while ignoring their $50 steaks.
(Not good. Turns out smoking causes cancer. Teenage boys like to eat. And steaks there now actually cost fifty dollars.)
Plan B. A new story:
Playground. 2004. Five year old B holds out a gum wrapper. What do I do with this?
You need a garbage can, I say. Maybe there is one over there.
Person next to me rolls her eyes companionably. Give it to Mom. Always Mom. Mom is a garbage can.
No. I say to her. I am not a garbage can. I never accept wrappers from my kids. One of the first things I taught them was how to throw things in the trash.
Um she says scurrying away clutching daughter's wrist and looking at me like I have just told my child to make their own lunch.
Eleven years later B comes in from
Whips out his phone.
A garbage bag exploded Mom and there are SYRINGES everywhere. Bloody gauze. OMG Mom look at this - some of the syringes still have NEEDLES in them. This is DANGEROUS. Someone has to come and clean it up Mom. I'm calling Town Security.
Looks up number on his phone. Calls Security. Reports disgusting garbage explosion in park. Looks out window. Sees Security truck. Goes outside to meet the guy and show him exactly where everything was found.
1. If you teach your children to throw out their gum wrappers themselves maybe they would know how to safely dispose of their bloody syringes.
2. By showing B where the trash can was as soon as he could crawl, I taught him that he can do things on his own, like complain effectively about hazardous waste in the park.
3. If you leave your son in the playground in 2004, eventually he will come inside.