can appreciate what it feels like to be awakened at six a.m. by the phone ringing when her son has spent the night at a friend's house and should be on the way home to take said mother to work.
Yep, happened to me this morning. I leapt out of bed like some startled super hero attempting to leap a tall building in a single bound without taking a running start first. I grab the phone and what are the first words I hear out of the Prodigal Son's mouth?
"Can you name two Shakespeare plays besides A Midsummer Night's Dream, Hamlet, or Romeo and Juliet?"
~ sigh ~
I spent the next 20 minutes on the phone answering questions like "List 20 words that rhyme with plan" and "What are the last six words of the Gettysburg Address" and "Name the eight parts of speech."
~ sigh ~
I just love doing homework at six in the morning.
2 comments:
Your son should be thankful that you're that functional at that ungodly hour - I don't think most people would be.
Are you sure he wasn't playing "Who wants to be a millionaire"?
;-)
With the Prodigal Son, there's no telling what they were really doing at six in the morning . . . ;D
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