A Couple of Hints

The Bandit informed me of a couple of things today.

1. Apparently I am fooling no one, least of all my kids, when I tell people that I’m late getting up in the morning because my alarm didn’t go off.

“No, Mom,” he informed me this morning when I trotted out that tired excuse, “You just keep turning it off.”  The part that bothered me the most was his completely condescending tone.  And it’s not like I have a leg to stand on in the argument.

2.  The kids go to parochial school (something that never ceases to amaze me considering my position on religion) and thus they wear uniforms.  Tomorrow they have a “free dress day”.  The Bandit is very excited about it.  There is a theme for this freebie day – tonight is an ice cream social with a 50’s theme so the powers-that-be are carrying that over into the whole day.  Bandit wanted to wear his swimming suit.  His argument makes sense – it’s free dress and “when you wear a swimming suit you’re dressed.  Aren’t you, Mom?”  Even under the best of circumstances, I can’t imagine him getting away with wearing his Spiderman swimming suit to school.

3.  “Is tomorrow the morning?”  He asks me weird questions like this all the time. 

“I don’t know what you mean?” I tell him.

“Is tomorrow the morning?” he says again like repetition will make the question clearer. 

“There is a morning every day,” I explain.

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “that’s literally how it goes, Mom.  Morning night morning night morning.”  He actually says “literally’.

“Uh huh,” I agree.  I’m still not following this conversation at all.  It seems that he gets the concept, so I don’t understand what the actual question is.

“So is tomorrow the morning?”

“Yes,” I tell him with great emphasis.  That seems to satisfy him and he walks away.  I still don’t get it, and I have a lingering fear that I agreed to something I’m not going to like later.