We road-tripped from Houston to Fort Worth today in preparation for the Private School Interscholastic Association state meet tomorrow; my son’s competing in the sixth grade mathematics event.
Even though I only have three children, it’s rare that I spend an extended amount of one-on-one time with any of them. I enjoy getting to interact with each of the kiddos sans the sibling issues that are usually present – surely there’s an expanded version of Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them, but if they are siblings, none shall speak without interruption.”
I’m actually Agent Interruption in the family a great deal of the time. I’m not sure if I was always like this (probably) or if I can blame my years in the classroom for my tendency to DIVERT THE CONVERSATION MID-STREAM and start my own awesome topic. So I am probably the one who passed this along to the children.
I don’t usually listen to music in the car when I’m driving with the kids, but my husband does. Which means that the children seem to assume a road trip will involve lots of Weird Al.
Suffice it to say, that was not the case today.
Instead, we listened to Chuck Berry and also (not related) the “Music Man” soundtrack. The best part of singing along with “The Music Man” is being Winthrop on the Wells Fargo song. Such a sensitive Hollywood portrayal of young people with SPTHEEECH ISSTHUES. THE MAIN ISSUE IS THE SHOUTING. IT COULD BE THUMPIN, FOR THUMONE WHO IS, NO RELATION BUT IT COULD BE (yes you’re right it surely could be) STHUMPIN STHPESHIAL JUST FAAAR ME!
They say homeschoolers are out of touch with pop culture, and…they have a point.
The wildflowers along Highways Whatever We Drove Today are still lovely. It reminded me of when my husband brought home a hand-picked bouquet a few years ago, including a diabolical thistle. The thistles look really pretty from the road.
The second best part of the day was when we took the markerboard into Chick Fil-A, as you do on a Friday afternoon over lunch, and talked about slope-intercept form. Basically because I realized there might be questions about that on the contest and I’d forgotten to teach that to my kid. (In my defense, it isn’t part of his regular sixth grade math.) There is maybe something wrong with me that I thought that was…a really fun lunchtime.
The BEST part of the day was dining at the home of my esteemed Dappled Things colleagues, Bernardo and Katherine Aparicio. I hadn’t seen them since the 2012 Catholic New Media Conference and I really enjoyed catching up with them. We discussed (remember that there was a 12-year-old present) the inadequacy of the second Hobbit movie, teaching economics, the differences between parental and grandparental permissiveness, and the possibility of creating a new market for Catholic literary converts by spreading a rumor that Chesterton was half-vampire.
I mean, can we categorically say that G.K. Chesteron was not a vampire?
The possibilities are endless. If we can tap into that lucrative teenage-girl-vampire-mania demographic, we are looking at an unstoppable wave of New Evangelization.
When you dine with your grownup friends and your children present, there needs to be a mutual non-aggression pact in place. I won’t tell embarrassing stories about you, my child, if you don’t tell incriminating stories about me. Nobody needs to know where you learned your first bad word or what happened to your extra Easter candy after the third day. (Heavy parental taxation rates go into effect after a 72-hour waiting period.) In fact, I think I might have to draw up a contract just for these occasions. Always good to have things in writing.
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I published this post and forgot to mention that my copy of Something Other Than God was delivered today!
I must have repressed the memory, because it was of course delivered AFTER we’d hit the road. So my husband back at home gets to read it first. I’m going to order a copy for my Kindle, actually, so I don’t miss out.
I had the honor of reading an early version of the book and enthusiastically recommend it! Even if you’ve memorized every blog post Jennifer has ever written and play her reality show episodes every Friday for Family Movie Night, there’s terrific new stuff to laugh about, ponder, and enjoy in her memoir. I’m so, so happy for her that this day has finally come!