Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Men! Enough Said....

            It was a dark and stormy night, but only inside our house. Lightning sparks sizzled in the dining room where I have my office. The low murmur of South Park came from the living room.

            “Hey, Vic, what’s for dinner?”

            I narrowed my eyes and a bolt of lightning lit up the office.

            “Alex, go ask your mom what we’re having for dinner.”

            The poor child must have been hungry, because he actually got off the sofa and gingerly walked toward the office. “Mom, Dad wants to know what we’re having for dinner.”

            “You can tell your dad that he can go to…” I looked up into my son’s beautiful baby blues eyes and substituted a euphemism for the word that was on the tip of my tongue, “…McDonald’s, for all I care.”

            The door to the garage quietly clicked shut as PJ left the house. He got into his car and waited. He’s no dummy, that one.

            Alex went back to his Dad. “Guess we’re on our own for dinner tonight,” he reported.

            “I don’t even know what I did that made her angry,” Chris answered. He raised his voice so I’d be sure to hear and asked, “Are you ever going to tell me why you’re mad at me?”

            Alex shushed his Dad. “You really don’t want to go there, Dad. That’s a rookie mistake. You know you’re just supposed to apologize. It doesn’t matter what you did.”

            I had to chuckle to myself. Such is the wisdom passed down from father to son, and occasionally back up from son to father.

            The door to the garage clicked shut a second time as Alex left the house and climbed into his brother’s car. They took off, headed for somewhere more pleasant – like McDonald’s.

            Chris hovered near the door to the office. “I’m sorry for whatever it is I’m supposed to have done,” he had the nerve to say.

            I packed my laptop into my bag and grabbed my coat. The door to the garage slammed as I left the house.

            For the near future, I’ll be living at Panera Bread. You can find me in booth 5, near the window. Good food and free WiFi. I’ll be here until he remembers what he did and decides to apologize. It may be a while.

Photo can be found at Alex Young Photography:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/glenelg48/favorites/page6/?view=sq