It is SOOOO brassy and he has these dark eyebrows.
Last night we were going out to eat with the boys (Dan had just gotten in from a week in Europe and we always have a family dinner to catch up with all the happenings). Ammo mentioned that he was going to Shakespeare in the Park tonight to see Twelfth Night
CW screams. "No! You told me you were going on the 17th!"
Ammo says, "No- tomorrow night"
CW moans, "Stacy and I are going tomorrow."
Now Shakespeare in the Park is not exactly intimate theatre. THere will be hundreds of people there. They probably won't even see each other. Ammo is looking out the window, humming happily.
"Why does he have to go on the same night!" demands CW.
"I don't get it- why can't he go on the same night? Matter of fact, Dan, I'd like to see it, too. Can we go?"
"Jeeeez," CW bangs his head on his window.
I still don't get it! Teens are just completely inexplicable. DOes this make any sense to you?
He ate chips and salsa, rolls, chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, creamed spinach, corn, and a strawberry milkshake. I mentioned that it was good to see him eat- he's been running a lot and eating very little and I've actually been a little worried.
"It's because I'm in a lousy mood," he said.
Because we're all going to Twelfth Night, I guess. |
