As you know, I have two high school aged children left in our home. Every now and then, I get ambushed by their developing brain. I use the word ambush because the situation arises so suddenly and unexpectedly that I know of no way to prepare for it in advance.
This past weekend, I worked fairly dilgently to finish burning all of the wrestling video onto DVD’s. I needed the disk space on my laptop to help him with his laptop.
I was trying to get it done by the time my son returned from Virginia Beach. I finished Monday night.
I had to drop the Honda off for service after work. Since it is between our apartment and my son’s wrestling club, we agreed that he would pick me up on the way. I would then work on his laptop while he was wrestling and everything would be finished.
I called him at 5:00 to remind him of the location along with a few other things.
“Bring your laptop and the charger.”
“OK. And Auto-CAD?”
“Sure. Can you also bring my running shoes, shorts and a shirt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks. I want to run before I start working on the computer.”
40 minutes later, he picked me up and we headed to wrestling practice.
As we were getting out of the truck, I asked where my running gear was…
“Oh…”
“Where is your laptop?”
“Right…shoot…I forgot my laptop.”
“You forgot your laptop? That is what I was going to work on tonight…Where are my running shoes?”
Silence filled the air…
“I brought you sweatpants and a sweatshirt.”
Huh????
Some wires must have gotten crossed.
