After a particularly exasperating exchange with Second Born Son, I exclaim in frustration,
Me: “LORD help ME!”
SBS: “I think he’s busy with someone else right now!”
We are watching First Bon Son’s hockey team. He’s the goalie, and it’s been a particularly busy night for him. Second Born Son’s only interest in the game is the fact that his brother is playing. He spends most of the time biting his tongue as we watch FBS stop second and third rebounds while teammates stand back in admiration.
One of mothers on our team is sharing her personal opinion of the official’s call, or rather lack there of. The word she uses rhymes with luck, truck, duck and schmuck.
SBS: Really…was that necessary? (Shakes head in disgust.) ADULTS!
SBS: “We played The Game of Life at school today. I love that game.”
Me: “Oh ya?”
SBS: “Ya, I saved all this money, because I didn’t get married, didn’t have any kids and I lived in a house trailer.”
Me: “Oh – that sounds kind of lonely.”
SBS: “It was AWESOME! I had the most money!!!”