The voice on the other end cheerfully (dare I say she chirped) explained that it was good news…didn’t all parents like to get good news? she asked. Well, heck yes, but it’s just never been in regard to one of my kids.
She used words like conscientious, good listener, role model, mature. You know, words that have heretofore never applied to my son. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the ‘however…’ but it never came. I replayed what was on the answering machine to him when he got home. It rated a smirk and a grunt. (Insert twirled finger and ‘big whoo’ uttered in a thoroughly bored tone here)
Apparently, he’s growing up (fist pump and sniffle) and she just wanted to let me know how well he was doing.