Riding in Cars with Boys – Part Twelve
The other day Corwin told me that he’d be having a party in his choir class today. The deal is that the kids all sign up for something that their parents will then provide.
Corwin: I signed you up for the easiest thing, mama.”
Me: Cool. Please let it be paper plates. Please let it be paper plates. What is it?
Corwin: (smiling happily) Fruit!
Me: Oh. Guh – the most expensive messy thing to bring.
Corwin: That way you don’t have to cook. I know you hate cooking.
So that really was very sweet of the boy. And since I’m busy (and also lazy) I bought a fresh fruit tray at Meijer. This morning when we went to pick up Justin for school, the fruit tray rode in the middle of the back seat.
Corwin: Watch out for the fruity goodness.
Justin: Why to I have to ride share with a tub of fruit?
Corwin: Because it’s for the choir party at school today.
Justin: Whoa! The bitch is actually letting you guys have a party?
Justin: You know it’s just a ruse to steal your soul, right?
Corwin: Meh. I already sold mine to video games.
Justin: Enjoy the fruit. You’re safe.