“Can you put the discs for this audio book back in the right pockets? I want to return it after the movie,” I ask my son as I drive to the movie theater.
He grabs the case to do as I ask, but I can sense his disapproval without even looking at him. I wait for him to complain. He just can’t except I’m never going to me the mom that always puts things back where they are supposed to go. Our house will never be in order. I am not June Cleaver, to his constant disappointment.
“Why don’t you just put them back in the right place as you go?” There it is.
“I’m driving when I listen to it. It wouldn’t be safe.”
“You’re the one that wants to drive,” he retorts, not being serious, but needing to give a smart response. “No one said you need to go to work.”
“You’re the one who wants food and shelter,” I respond. Got him. I think. But, I should know better…
“I never said that. I just want WiFi.”
Oh…life with a teenager…