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After School

    Dad: How was your
    Me: Fine

    Dad: Did you learn anyth
    Me: No

    Dad: What did you eat fo
    Me: Fries
    Dad: If you don’t need all of the $2 I give you for lunch you can give some back, haha.

    [All Things Considered Intro jingle begins on Nation Public Radio]

    Me: Dun Dun Dun Dun, Dun dun dun dun dun,…beedeepbeedeepbedeep. TURN IT OFF!
    Dad: Turn it off, please?
    Me: Turn it off PLEASEuh. This channel makes me barf.
    Dad: Let me hear the headlines..

    Me: Why are there so many, sonnngs about rainbows, and what’s on the ahh-ther siiiide..
    Dad: Please don’t sing when someone else
    Me: is singing. No one is singing. It’s the news.
    Dad: Please don’t finish my
    Me: sentences.
    Dad: Knock it off.
    Me. FINEah. (sotto voce) Be. Aggressive. Got to be Aggressive. That’s B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E. Be. Aggessive. Got to be
    Dad: Ann!
    Me: What? I WASN’T SINGINGuh! GODuh!

    (silence)

    Me: Can I have some gum?
    Dad: Sure.
    Me: Ewwww Double-Mint. Do you have any Juicy Fruit?
    Dad: No.
    Me: Can I have it all?
    Dad: No.

    Dad: Did anything interesting happen at school today? Ann? Get your bare feet off the dashboard. Ann?
    Me: Hnncchh shhhhz Hnnnnn ssshhhhhzzz (deep REM, floppy head)

    0 thoughts on “After School”

    1. Damn, woman, that was GOOOOOOODuh! You nailed the speech pattern! I was 70s teen and if I’d done any of the things you just mentioned, I wouldn’t be alive today. I think I love your dad.

    2. When mine walk in the door, I ask them how school was and they respond with, “Yeah yeah fine fine… we’ll have our snacks now. We’ll be by the pool.”

      we don’t have a pool.

      REM trumps NPR like rock smashes scissors.

    3. I was cheering right along side of you.

      You were such a sweet kid. So was I for that matter. I can’t wait for Ben to become a teenager.

    4. That was one of my favorite cheers of all time. I always liked to hold the R extra long and kind of slur it into the E, for dramatic effect.

      Nice.

    5. oh I am so afraid of this. I don’t want my boys to ever be like that. I want them to always light up when I walk in the door and think I am the greatest thing ever. It is cruel how you go from being their idol to their nemesis….

    6. Went to McSweeney’s. Now craving bologna. Love your dad. Is he single? How does he feel about redhead recovering Caatholics? I could be your step-mom. Be very afraid.

    7. That was so sweet. Kinda makes me cringe about the way I used to treat my parents. I hope my sons grow up with a sense of humor and aren’t afraid to talk back (in a good way). It’s more fun when you can be a smart ass right? They’re only 2 & 4 now, so we have quite a while to plant the seeds. This was such a fun post. Thank you!

    8. Your gift for dialogue is second only to your ability to forever link Bologna, sheet tents and Seder in my mind. Fondly, an ’80’s Lutheran who longed to be a Jew. Cheers!

    9. I was totally creeped out by shows on NPR when I was a kid. I never got why anyone would want to listen to anything other than music on the radio. What’s the point. Jeesh. That was my word as a teenager. I cannot say it without cringing now.