I picked Jack up from school today, and, well ok, actually I forgot to pick him up because I was on a work call and so he had to text and call me to remind me to come get him. i felt terrible!
Jack: Geez mom I’m your only son, how do you forget me? I’ll be gone soon enough!
(Referring to college, where he will be in August. Helloooooo 4 months!!! And Hellooo UConn!)
This was said as we were driving home from me finally picking him up at school. Ok actually he had walked partway home so I actually picked him up on the side of the road. heh heh.
Anywayyyy…
I had on my usual work-from-home ensemble of hoodie, baseball hat and sneakers. And pants. Definitely had pants on.
Jack: Mom. Turn and look this way for a second.
me: What? Why, do I have something on me?
Jack: (poignant pause) You know, you really have Grandpa’s facial features.
Now, mind you, at this moment Jack’s college career was about to become a distant dream and I was visualizing how much yard work I could make him do as penance.
me: But, Grandpa with definite feminine flair, right? (As I flipped my second-day pony tail in his direction.)
Jack: Oh yeah, there’s a flair.
Now at that point, a school bus came roaring by and it distracted me, so I didn’t notice until just now that I didn’t get a very clear answer on that last point. a flair, hmmm?
Yep, of my siblings, two of us look like our dad and two of us look like our mom.
me: Well you look a little like your dad, but only because you’re male and have his hair color and wear glasses like him. And have a giant head like him. The rest is ALL from me! And … Grandpa apparently.
😬😬😬
He didn’t have much to say about that!!!
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