Cussedness

My son called yesterday about who would be picking me up tomorrow for the convention and the first words out of his mouth were "Don't kill Aton."

OOOHHHHHH KAY!

My son, having known his mom's sharp wit and been taught the art throughout his childhood, wanted to be certain that I didn't demolish some of his more objectionable friends.

One of them is a know-it-all and the other is a "don't get too close" type who likes to make derisive comments. After listening for an hour to his lengthy descriptions, all spoken with great angst and nervousness, I promised not to "kill" either of them and be very patient. We'll see if mom can manage to keep her mouth shut. Certainly I don't want to make my son's and my first convention experience together in eight years an unpleasant one.

The last con we went to together was Worldcon 96 in Los Angeles. David was 13. I told him that he could not leave the hotel and turned him loose. His god-father, S.P. Somtow, kept giving him more money to spend so he was running on high octane fuel. However, when he did finally show up at the suite around 3 am, I tried to corral him only to have to chase him through the halls. I don't think he heard me when I kept saying it was time to get some sleep.

As I burst into the corridors in hot pursuit, a laughing couple pointed in a direction and said, "he went thataway." So I was able to drag him back and make him get some sleep. But, David being David and only 13, he had brought along the basis of mommy sabotage: an alarm clock.

This was not your usual alarm clock. I had given it to him the previous christmas. It was a Marvin the Martian alarm clock and he had set the volume to high and two hours later it popped out of its space ship with loud declarations of "Wake up earthling, you haven't got all light year."

Of course the only ones to wake up were Dianna and myself, being moms. We crawled around in the dark, trying bleary-eyed to find David's backpack, muttering "Damnit Davey, Damnit Davey." Dianna found it first and slapped it silly before finding the off switch.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: amused Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-05-01 11:09 AM Don't Kill Aton My son called yesterday about who would be picking me up tomorrow for the convention and the first words out of his mouth were "Don't kill Aton." OOOHHHHHH KAY! My son, having known his mom's sharp wit and been taught the art throughout his childhood, wanted to be certain that I didn't demolish some of his more objectionable friends. One of them is a know-it-all and the other is a "don't get too close" type who likes to make derisive comments. After listening for an hour to his lengthy descriptions, all spoken with great angst and nervousness, I promised not to "kill" either of them and be very patient. We'll see if mom can manage to keep her mouth shut. Certainly I don't want to make my son's and my first convention experience together in eight years an unpleasant one. The last con we went to together was Worldcon 96 in Los Angeles. David was 13. I told him that he could not leave the hotel and turned him loose. His god-father, S.P. Somtow, kept giving him more money to spend so he was running on high octane fuel. However, when he did finally show up at the suite around 3 am, I tried to corral him only to have to chase him through the halls. I don't think he heard me when I kept saying it was time to get some sleep. As I burst into the corridors in hot pursuit, a laughing couple pointed in a direction and said, "he went thataway." So I was able to drag him back and make him get some sleep. But, David being David and only 13, he had brought along the basis of mommy sabotage: an alarm clock. This was not your usual alarm clock. I had given it to him the previous christmas. It was a Marvin the Martian alarm clock and he had set the volume to high and two hours later it popped out of its space ship with loud declarations of "Wake up earthling, you haven't got all light year." Of course the only ones to wake up were Dianna and myself, being moms. We crawled around in the dark, trying bleary-eyed to find David's backpack, muttering "Damnit Davey, Damnit Davey." Dianna found it first and slapped it silly before finding the off switch. Currently Reading: Recommended Reading: Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top