Woman from adult daycare: Your father is a bit agitated and doesn’t understand why he’s here….do you want to talk to him?
ME: uhhh, sure
DAD: Cindy—I want you to call the police. I’m being held here.
ME: Dad, you’re not being held there—-they’ll be bringing you home in a couple of hours….
Dad: These are criminal actions….
(more back and forth between me and Dad and me and the daycare person)
ME: Dad, I have to take Mom to the doctor…..
Dad: O.K., take your mother to the doctor and THEN call the police…
It’s nice to know that after 55 years he still loves her so much that he wants her taken care of before we call the police to rescue him….
As we were driving the other day:
Leo: How long is college?
Me: It’s usually four years…but it depends….I went six years and Aunt Judi went even longer. (I then blathered on with more information than he needed)
Leo: Well, I’m NOT going to college.
Me (feeling stressed out and irritable and therefore not particularly reasonable given that I’m talking to a 7 year old about his college plans): Well Leo, in this family we go to college.
Me: College is fun you guys….you move out and get to live with friends and do all sorts of fun things….
Owen (face crumpling as he dissolves in tears): but I DON"T WANT to move out…..
ME: don’t worry Owen—just get through kindergarten first
Owen: (more sobs)
Ernie to me: you have to be careful—he’s nervous about school
Me: I’M NOT THE ONE who brought up college
Owen: I want to stay at home…..
Ernie then mercifully bellowed: O.K. why don’t we ALL stop talking for awhile
we drove on in silence…..