Translation: I was left to attend various lectures and one meal on my own before being reunited with my kid. Ed doesn't give me attitude. He is pleasant company. We share a similar sense of humor. He is excited about college. I am not about to insist he live in a certain dorm, or bully him into signing up for specific classes, but I get that some folks might have a different agenda. I knew we would be separated.
|I did snag a button later as a Dad's|
day gift to Coach, and because I knew
this would be an upcoming post.
I had to get my hands on this hot item.
Low and behold, a mom wedged between myself and her husband in the isle where I half expected to see John Candy pop up and deliver the news: 'Sorry forks, Moose shoulda told ya out front: no buttons being dispersed here.'
The woman WAS dead set on scoring a button. She whacked her husband - insisting he had misled them, fearing that she would not be awarded a mom badge of honor. The husband blamed her exit strategy- even though the button disbursement hadn't been announced until we were already dismissed. I tried to work my way around their parental meltdown, but if you have EVER exited a theater in a crowd - then you know.
I observed a mom just ahead of us trying to conceal her chuckle at the scene When she rotated around to check out the goofy button-lackers, I nodded at her from my trapped position as if to say: 'Yep - that just happened!' She smiled at me, with a 'Seriously?!' Did you know: smiles and nods speak volumes?
I wished I could see what the kid behaved like - the one raised by this 'I want a free-bee button' couple.