I'm entirely too young to have a middle schooler.

It's true.  Tonight, at the "Incoming 6th Graders Parent Meeting," an older man was sitting behind me, and when the principal announced the t-shirts that boasted "Class of 2020" on the back, he said, "That makes me feel really old."  I looked back at him, smiled, and said, "Right?!"  He stared at me, dumbfounded, then said, "I thought you were the babysitter."

And right about then, my life was complete.  As we were pulling into the parking lot, I told N, "I'm entirely too young and too hot to have a middle schooler." and we both promptly burst out laughing.  It was just funny.  What wasn't funny, though, was the serious lack of electives options the 6th graders have.  There are a total of 7 choices, and they each have to pick 3.  N is not a band/choir/theatre person, so that leaves him with art as his fine arts elective.  Then he has to choose between P.E., a Math/Science Investigations thing, and/or a Creative Reading/Writing Workshop.  All year.  Three of them.  He's not that thrilled...

The counselor claims more options are available in 7th grade, but she didn't seem too sure of herself either.  After it was over, N's dad joined us for dinner at Pei Wei, where I got the most bizarre fortune in my fortune cookie.  Ever.

After we left, N and I had the following conversation:

Me: Are you seriously eating a fortune cookie in my car?
N: I'm addicted!
(Insert loud crunch and flying fortune cookie pieces here)
Me: See? This is exactly why we do NOT eat in my car.
N: Yeah...that was rather unFORTUNate.
(Insert laughter that rivals Squints on The Sandlot)
Me (laughing): And that pretty much seals the deal. You're my child.
(Maniacal laughter continues, compliments of N)
Me: ...and you're a little psycho.
N: I get all my psycho from you.

I have to tell you, he and I have been quite the comedy duo today.  I love times like this...but sometimes they go a little too far...like when he says he's staying up until 10:00, and I say "NO" and he thinks I'm joking and I have to get mad.

I don't particularly care for that portion of life.

Nor do I care for this cough that keeps holding on...it makes it really hard to rock out in my car.

Aubs