Mommadosey

This evening we were at Wally World buying a present for a friend of my daughter’s who is in the hospital for pneumonia.  While we were there I thought it would be a good idea to for my son to pick out his birthday cake for his birthday party on Saturday.  He’s turning 10.

10.

Double digits.

Seems so old to me, especially considering he’s got less years living at home than he has alive.

And don’t say to me”Hopefully” or “You wish.”  As my father said to me my senior year, “Next year you’re going away to college or going away to your own apartment and a job.  But either way, you’re going away.”  I didn’t think it was too funny then, but now…yeah.  I’m going to hold on to that family tradition.

Anyway, we were walking to towards the bakery through the clothing department, and my son says to me, “I’d like some cologne for my birthday.”

OK.  This is a boy who thinks bathing is optional, and teeth brushing is only something you do when Mom threatens you with your life.

So I said to him amused, “What do you need cologne for?”

He said, “Well I’ll put it on, and I’ll smell good.  All my friends have cologne.”

Me, “And what do they need it for?”

He said, “I already told you.  So that they can smell good.  Dad has cologne.  You have perfume.  Even Little C has perfume!”

Me, “Maybe if you and your friends bathed regularly you’d smell good.”

And then he did it.

“Oh Mom…” And he rolled his eyes.

Well crap.

There it is.

The eye roll.

Don’t confuse this with the eye roll that your little one’s give you because they know that you think it’s funny.

No.

This is quite different.

This is the “I can’t believe my Mom is this dense” eye roll.

**sigh**

Ten.

Here it is.

Trackback URI | Comments RSS