Every Wednesday, my oldest son goes to the Framingham Center for the Arts to take a guitar lesson. While he is taking his lesson, my youngest son and I wander next door to the public library, which has the best graphic novel and CD section of any place around.
Now, my son and I had about twenty minutes to square up the traditional delinquency fine with the librarian who was sporting a disapproving sour puss and then, grab some new stuff. I was deep into my usual spaztic-efficency mode and was speeding around the extremely crowded CD section with my son trailing me….
“Mom,” my moon-faced cherub asked, “What is this?”
I shot a quick glance at him, saw nothing out of the ordinary, and continued flipping through CD covers.
MOM..WHAT IS THIS??!!!! He asked more insistently several seconds later.
I was now looking through the graphic novel section and shamefully..I responded with only a bit of a grunt.
Mom!…Mom!…..Mom!! …His little voice tugged at me as I, Mother Of The Year, ignored her child.
Finally, my spawn had had enough. My son planted his feet in the middle of the library and shouted for all the world to hear….
“MOM! FOR THE LAST TIME……WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!!!” He bellowed..determined, this time, to receive his answer.
I and the rest of the hundred or so people in the library stared at my frustrated son who was holding both arms up over his head. In one hand was a extra-long maxi pad with wings and in the other was a green and white Super Absorbency Tampon that he must have fished out of my unzipped purse while he was looking for change for the candy machine.
It could have been worse…at least they were relatively clean….
“Nothing,” I said, lunged toward him, and snatched the articles from his hands with viper speed.
He shrugged with the suprisingly mature look of a man who had just dealt with a crazy woman. So much for raising boys who understand women…..He’ll be fine, I’ll just rent him a couple of Tori Amos and Ani DeFranco CDs.
that’s why i don’t kids i think, or at least one reason.
OMG-I saw that book at Barnes and Noble tonight and said WTF is this?!?!
…and why hasn’t that spawn of yours learned a woman’s purse is off limits?
I think he learned that lesson, now. Of maybe I will have to actually zip my bag.
Soon after discussing his birth exit point as the “special hole”, my wife was surprised by my son as she completed her toileting.
Spying the string of her tampon, my son asked “when the baby comes out of the special hole, does it swing down on that little string?”
Too funny!
You’ll have to blog about the aftermath of that incident.
Don’t get me started on the library. Who do they hire for those places anymore? Our library is great, except for the old ass b…..s who work there. It could be so much more inviting for kids that’s for sure!
Happy Holidays!
Fun at the library! My embarrassing thing re libraries is my public library card which is 15 years old and incredibly – ratty, dogeared and gross. And every time the librarians scan it it makes SO much trouble for them, doesn’t scan etc and they are so annoyed…and I really ought to get another one.
But I love the number! My library number. It is so perfect and I have memorized it after 15 years and – I just don’t want to let it go.
So the agony continues, at the scanner.
Found you via Blog Catalog, thanks for your comment – and I’m sorry it took me so long to respond but I hardly ever go to BC these days. I am not only attached to old ratty cards, but lazy