<p>Update on the Sangria story:</p>
<p>Me: How did it go in Spanish today?</p>
<p>Son: Fine</p>
<p>Me: How was the Sangria?</p>
<p>Son: Good</p>
<p>Me: That’s it?</p>
<p>Son: I remembered to bring home the bowl and the spoon-thingy (commonly referred to as a ladle).</p>
<p>So the mom-son conversations in our house are remarkably similar to most others on this forum! That’s the best news I heard all day!</p>
<p>NYMomof2 I’m dumbfounded. The only sports I watch is the Olympics. But I generally know who the top sports stars are. Maybe it’s because I listen to the radio alot, but I don’t know how you don’t just absorb a certain amount of this popular culture stuff!</p>
<p>Hey, there’s a lot in their world we know nothing about.</p>
<p>What a strange coincidence about the Sangria - your story has revived a memory of a horrible experience. My daughter (now a college sophomore) told me she had to bring Sangria to class at around 11 PM one night when she was in middle school. I am not kidding! She forgot until then - I had to go to our 24 hour grocery to get the stuff. Then when I was helping her carry the stuff into school in some kind of open container (maybe a pitcher, I forget), she spilled it all over her new khaki pants while we were walking up the stairwell. She had just bought these pants because they were part of an outfit required for a jazz band competition that evening (I should not have allowed her to wear them to school). I had to take her home to change and then put the pants through about four or five washings with oxyclean and detergent to get the grape juice out. It was a miracle, but they actually did come clean. I do not want to relive that experience again! PS She told me the Sangria was very good and everyone loved it :)</p>
<p>Mine calls me from college, the grades are good, the living stuff, well that’s difficult.</p>
<p>Calls and tells me that it’s getting cold at school. </p>
<p>Are you wearing your winter coat.</p>
<p>No, what would I do with it during class, I’ll get hot wearing it in the classroom.</p>
<p>You could take it off during class.</p>
<p>Oh, but it would be uncomfortable sitting on it bunched up.</p>
<p>Me-sometimes when I have a coat I hang it on the chair.</p>
<p>He truly has never thought about this, I’ll bet he’s wearing his winter coat and hanging it behind his chair.</p>
<p>The coversations we have. Like when you are out of money you need to go to the ATM machine, or if you are out of grocery’s you have to go to the store. These things just don’t occur naturally in his mind.</p>
<p>Married to one just like him. It’s a challenge.</p>
<p>kschmidt, I regret to inform you that the parent-child conversations in our house are far different from yours.</p>
<p>Our sons would have forgotten to bring back the bowl and “spoon-thingy.”</p>
<p>My son would have dropped the bowl and stepped on the “spoon-thingy.” I’d never see them again.</p>
<p>Sangria?? My son never heard that there were ‘extra credit’ options!</p>
<p>Dad: Did you finish your Chem report?
Son: Yes.
Dad: I mean, did you finish the whole thing, including the lab write-up?
Son (exasperated): I already said yes!</p>
<p>(long pause)</p>
<p>Dad: On time, right?
Son: YES!</p>
<p>(longer pause)</p>
<p>Dad: Did you turn it in today?
Son: No, I forgot it on the printer and I left my USB drive at home.</p>
<p>(APChem == no late work accepted.)</p>
<p>Father screams and commits seppeku.</p>
<p>Last night’s conversation with college freshman (daughter):</p>
<p>D: We’re having tuna on crackers tonight; please tell Daddy thanks for sending the food package.</p>
<p>Me: I will.</p>
<p>D: He even remembered to send a can opener!</p>
<p>Me: Of course he did.</p>
<p>D: So…can you tell me how to use it?</p>
<p>Me: <em>bangs head on desk…repeatedly</em></p>
<p>mezzomom- I thought mine was the only one! I watched for at least 5 minutes, disbelief growing, as many creative attempts were made to attach the opener to a can!</p>
<p>deb922, if he doesn’t bring the coat to class at least he won’t lose it.</p>
<p>One of my favorite’s from son’s archives:</p>
<p>I’d loaded the car for first round of college visits. Woke son, he showered, got in the car, after a few minutes looked at me deadpan and asked, “Where are we going?”.</p>
<p>I composed myself, and said “Boston, then Connecticut, remember?” (we live in NJ so this was a long well planned trip!).</p>
<p>He said “Oh yeah”, sat for a few more minutes, then asked me, again quite seriously, “What colleges are we going to see?”</p>
<p>I told him, followed by another oh yeah, then he fell asleep till I hit traffic in the Boston suburbs.</p>
<p>Dad: Have you finished your college list yet?
Son: What?
Dad: You know, where you are applying?
Son: Applying for what?
Dad: College. Where you are applying for college.
Son: Oh. Yeah. Well, I decided I want to go to Olin or Caltech.
Dad: As I’ve said before, you need more choices than that. Statisistically, no one gets into those schools.
Son: Oh. Where else do you recommend?
Dad: How about UDub. You’ve been there about 10 times.
Son: Oh. I didn’t want to go to school in a city.
Dad (patiently): Did you notice that Caltech is in the middle of a city?
Son: Yeah, but it’s not in Washington.
Dad passes out, defeated again by teenageson logic.</p>
<p>This sure helps put things in perspective for me! For years I’ve blamed my son’s never-ending cluelessness on his Asperger’s. But maybe it’s just because he’s - a boy!</p>
<p>Adding my S conversations as they are apropos here.</p>
<p>Conversation #1, had live:</p>
<p>S: And so Mom, like I was watching Quiz Bowl, it’s high school kids, and this kid, he was asked (long description about a college football player’s position in the draft and who he played next to in the NFL) and can you believe he didn’t even know!!! <em>pause</em> I mean Mom, you did know who that was, didn’t you?</p>
<p>Mom: Uh, well, no. Maybe football players weren’t the key interest of the kid on TV?</p>
<p>S: <em>disgusted shrug</em></p>
<p>Conversation #2, via IM</p>
<p>Mom: S, where are your away messages?
S: i have been at the computer so no need
Mom: Well D always leaves little notes saying what she is doing
S: (this is verbatim including the ellipsis) yeah…not my style
Mom: <em>realizing she has made critical mom error in forgetting that this is a boy</em> You know, those three dots are called an ellipsis.
S: yeah</p>
<p>Submitted for your review in the Parents-of-Boys support group.</p>
<p>My S knows who Darryl Strawberry is…because he was on “The Simpsons”, the episode where the evil Monty Burns brings in ringers to play on the Springfield Isotopes. If it weren’t for TV, I’m not sure what S and I would discuss on those long college visit drives.</p>
<p>The latest from my clueless Aspie S - just last night; he called to check on local voting returns (ok, selectively clueless) and discussion turned to status of next semester’s schedule. </p>
<p>In the summer before orientation/registration, we had discussed the classes he could get college credit for based on IB test scores. (He is going into engineering and has only a limited amount of non-engineering electives including 1 in history and a required college writing course, both of which he could get credit for based on IB scores and info we found on school’s website). </p>
<p>At orientation, he comes out of registration with a history class that I immediately questioned him about since I was positive he could have gotten credit for it. His response, “But Mom, it will be an easy course–it will be just like AP Euro!” (which he took in soph yr) Ok, fine, no need to jump in too quickly first semester…given the rest of course load and transition issues etc. But I reminded him to check on his college writing course which would be in the spring. He hates to write but actually did very well on College Writing in hs and also a 700+ on the SAT writing. Of course he did nothing about it, got his schedule a few weeks ago with College Writing, more reminders and suggestions from mom about switching to another class… </p>
<p>So last night I found out he actually did get his class switched for next semester (yea!) - to an intro business class which will not meet one of his elective requirements (sigh). But the topper: He finishes up by telling me: “Guess what Mom? I could have gotten credit for history and not taken this class!”</p>
<p>Love the stories. I’m surrouned by males. My latest:</p>
<p>Homecoming Dance
Son (14) had wrist corsage to give date
Didn’t tell her he had it, because he didn’t want to embarras her :o
She had spaghetti straps instead of long sleeves, so she wouldn’t be able to pin it to her wrist<br>
Sweet and Clueless at the same time; that’s why I love my boys!</p>
<p>Coronax inspired me to post about clueless date.</p>
<p>S finds out that prom date will be wearing a purple dress–it’s her favorite color, so she claims. Checks that she will indeed be wearing a purple dress after being told that the dress has been delivered. Goes off to the florist and buys the most expensive corsage with purple flowers. Shows up at date’s house and finds her wearing a lovely dress—black with orange embroidery and not a hint of purple. “Oh,” she says, “I did not check the color. I guess it’s not purple.” Of course, she does not wear the expensive corsage!
I’m surrounded by males and occasionally clueless females.</p>
<p>Marite - your son sounds like a real sweetheart!</p>