Being right feels so wrong
ME: What are you wearing?
SON: Pants.
ME: I see that they are pants.
SON: So why did you ask?
ME: I asked because of the holes.
SON: What holes? (looking down, examining the massive holes at his knees) Oh.
ME: That's out of dress code. They're going to send you home.
SON: No they won't.
ME: They will. I will get a call, and they will tell me to come get you and make you change clothes.
SON: No they won't.
ME: They will!
SON: No.
ME: Yes! Of COURSE they will! Go change. Please.
SON: Mom I'm fine.
ME: I can see you're fine. Please go change.
SON: They're not going to call you. They don't care. This is high school. They don't care in high school.
ME: They DO care in high school-- that's why it's called a "dress code." That means "code for dressing." I can practically see your thighs through those holes.
SON: Mom...
ME: I'm not going to have time-- if they call me, telling me you need to change, I'm not going to have time to go and--
SON: It's fine mom.
ME: --drive alllllll the way home and allllll the way to your school and
SON: Mom! It's fine.
ME: --get you some pants.
SON: They won't call. They don't care. I swear. I know these things.
ME: You know these things.
SON: Yes. Infinite wisdom. I can see the future.
ME: ...really.
SON: It'll be fine.
ME: I'm not bringing you a change--
SON: It'll be FINE.
Two hours later, I am at work, my phone rings.
SON: Mom. (pause) Okay you were right about the pants.
It's not often I am completely, 100% right about anything. Yet somehow, as I drive a pair of pants over to his school, I don't feel victorious. Huh.
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April 14th, 2009 - 18:36
Make him carry a spare in his backpack next time his “right.”
April 14th, 2009 - 18:37
My God, I can’t even type. That should have read, next time *he’s* right.
April 24th, 2009 - 19:07
Wow, that could have been a conversation between my own son and I.
Except my son’s school really doesn’t care about stuff like that, and every time I’ve encouraged him to change because I thought I’d get The Call, I didn’t.
So I’ve given up asking him to change.
He IS good about showering, though.