National Grouch Day
Some days have your name all over them. October 15th.
Would have missed it again and forever without AOL and
its impressive finger on the pulse of all important
news.
Mr. Google says no one knows when or why National Grouch
Day started. Or even who inspired it.
My son says it could have been me.
What? Why?
He says it must have been started by someone whose
mom had told his seven-year-old self that Christmas
would be cancelled unless that lost jacket was
found.
That’s my boy!
First born, fruit of my loins, pride of my blood.
And it’s true.
Also true that the unfortunate comments I made to/
about him were unwitting. Even witless. Whereas
he can wittingly spit out a zapper with keen
insight and full purpose on the spot.
There is no defense for that ultimatum to the
North-Face-jacking-losing child of tender years,
but if there were, it would be that this was the
third new jacket lost in two weeks. How’s a
mom to catch a careless young boy’s attention?
Got that part right, dint I? Cruelly right.
Lest you get the wrong impression, I adore my son
and I’m pretty sure he loves me. Most of the
time. And I envy his ability with those zingers.
Too bad the gene pool can’t flow in reverse. I
could use a lot of trickle up from him.
In the meantime, I’ll be thrilled if he keeps
speaking to me. Even with the occasional fish
hook barb. Because despite myself, when my son
said that thing to me, I laughed. And what’s not
to like if somebody can make you laugh?
WTF is that?
PS: Notice also – thank you again, AOL – that
October 16 is National Boss[y]’s Day. Maybe
I’ll keep quiet about this one.
PPS: On the other hand, I can always use a good
laugh.
Tags: How like a serpent’s tongue. . .is mother’s
milk; things you wish unsaid; not true about sticks
and stones; a sense of humor is worth its weight
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