It was my son's first day of high school today. I had to work today, but I thought about him and found myself distracted. Yesterday, he was less than enthusiastic to be returning to school. It about killed me to wait for him to get home today to call him. Our phone conversation a bit ago went something like this:
Me: How did it go today?
K: Pretty easy (upbeat tone to his voice)
Me: You realize it's not going to stay easy (ever the realist)
K: Yeah (voice slightly less upbeat)
Me: Did you get your locker open? Do you have to share a locker or do you get your own?
K: We get our own, but I didn't open it today. I'll open it tomorrow.
Me: What did you have for lunch?
K: I didn't eat lunch - I didn't feel hungry.
Me: WHAT?!? You need to eat lunch - it's not good for you to skip meals. Promise me that you'll eat lunch tomorrow.
K: Don't worry mom. (notice the lack of a promise...)
Me: How about your teachers?
K: My health teacher must lift weights. I should stay on her good side.
Me: I don't think teachers are allowed to rough students up, so you should be okay. What about your other teachers? How was Spanish? Did you learn any words today?
K: No, but I picked out my fake name - Jesus. I picked Jesus because of Taladega Nights. You know, where he says "or as our neighbors to the south call you "Jesus"". My friend picked Fabio.
Me: (finally remembering the prayer scene in Taladega Nights) I like Jesus better than Fabio - good choice.
K: I'm pretty lucky because I sit by my friends in all my classes.
Me: Did you see any cute girls?
Me: You mean you're at high school and there are no cute girls? There should be plenty!
K: Well, yeah....
Me: Anything else on your mind?
Me: If you need any help with homework, you'll call me, right?
Me: Love you
K: Yeah, I love you too.