a smack on the back of the head.

FirstHusband to me on the phone: “Your day has changed.”

Me: “How?”

FirstHusband: “You’re going to buy a book. The abridged ‘Count of Monte Cristo'”

Me: “Smack FavoriteSon on the back of the head for me.”

background noise: “HEY!”

FirstHusband, to FavoriteSon: “Just doing what your mom told me to.”

FavoriteSon: “oh.”

I HATE paying retail for a book! FavoriteSon’s known he needed this for a week. I could have gotten it used. online. And considering the entire sophomore class is supposed to bring this book to school tomorrow, I have a feeling it wouldn’t be easy finding it in stock in any brick and mortar store nearby.

Later, when I see FavoriteSon face to face at home…

Me, to FavoriteSon: “Do you get points if you bring this book to class tomorrow?”

FavoriteSon: “No. I have to read the first 9 chapters by tomorrow.”

Me: “Com’ere, so I can smack you on the back of the head.”

FavoriteSon: “No thank you.”

Then, PinkGirl said, “What about Kindle?”

FavoriteSon: “oh yeh! we’re allowed to do that!”

Me to FirstHusband, who was in reach of FavoriteSon: “Smack him again.”

FavoriteSon’s signature grin.

SMART GIRL! We all have ipod touch Kindle apps! $5.99 download. Done.

He better read those nine chapters, or…you guessed it. smack.

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