Growing Pang

It was bound to happen. He would make a friend that not only passed Driver's Ed and procured a license, but owns a car. A car that runs. On gas. Real gas, from a gas station and not 15 year old silly boy farts.

It was also bound to happen that this friend would come to the house and pick him up in the car and take him away from me. (After I give him all my money first. Of course, he believes he deserves all my money.)

I tell Evan that I need to meet this friend that has the driver's license and the car before he can leave. This doesn't go over well. Evidently cool kids don't have parents.

I make a deal that I will change out of my jammies, brush my hair, prop myself up against the wall and not say anything too stupid or embarrassing.

His friend comes in the house and shakes my hand and offers to give me her plates so I can run them.

Oh, no need for that...just promise me...if you get into a serious accident with my son in your car, make it a quick death. I'm not stable enough to care for him in a vegetative state. For real.

Evan gives me a dirty look.

Yeah, you can go back to your room, and we'll leave now.


Sigh.

I think my son grounded me.