The "too funny for words" son started his conversation with, "Sorry, Mom. I left my bag and my backpack on the floor of the airport and they got stolen."
(Important detail: this includes wallet, ID, money (cash), EVERYTHING.)
I would have told you that there was a long pause on my part, but my husband reports that my response was a little louder than that. Funny, I remember a dark and foreboding silence.
After said .... moment .... my son said, "Just kiddin', Mom."
Isn't he a funny boy? Yeah, maybe not, but he sure got a kick out of himself.
My daughter's story:
"Oh, Mama, I brought Hannah Coulter with me for the trip and I finished it. It is such a calm and peaceful book, sort of...well...transporting."
I start in on the joys of Hannah, the joys of being transported in the midst of this busy world, and she cut in...
"Well, yes....being transported is a great thing. That is, unless you are at the gate at the St. Louis airport and there is suddenly an announcement over the loud speaker,
"Will Miss _______ ____________ please board the aircraft immediately. The plane is scheduled to depart in two minutes."
"Mama, I looked up and the ENTIRE GATE was empty. I hadn't even heard the boarding call, I hadn't seen ANYONE GET UP. I was very, very, VERY transported. And I almost missed my flight."
What's a mother in California to do but laugh?
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