<p>This is my favorite thread too. Because I can relate so well. My two favorite:</p>
<p>Son is a senior in college. This conversation takes place mid November.<br>
Son: did you know we have a couple of days off next week?
me: Yes I did. It’s Thanksgiving.
son: Why didn’t they tell us earlier?</p>
<p>Conversation by text message to other son while he’s home on break.</p>
<p>me: will you be home for dinner tonight?
son: probably not; I’m in Las Vegas.</p>
<p>Gotta love this kid to appreciate his sense of humor sometimes.</p>
<p>Another classic was when he left a message on my cell phone saying he NEEDED his passport and did I know where it was. I don’t answer my cell phone while driving. So when I reached my destination I called back asking if he’d checked the drawer we keep them in, or his car, or his room. He let me rant and then said “never mind. I found it”</p>
<p>me: so is there anything else you want to torture me with while you have me on the phone?
son: Yes. Girlfriend is pregnant.
me: I assume you’re kidding, because you know I’d be okay with that.
son: Good to know.</p>
<p>phone call:
“so I’m walking along and, out of nowhere, a fire hydrant jumps in front of me and runs into the cellphone in my pocket.”</p>
<p>IM exchange:
DS: major milestone: I just sent in my 25th application for internships
me; Wow. This IS an occasion.
me: is it hard to maintain enthusiasm in your cover letters?
DS: no, I’ve sent so many, now I like to mix it up
pause…
DS: sometimes I just send a large photo of a puppy. </p>
<p>Gotta love it. Maybe it’s a Michigan thing?</p>
<p>That’s why I try not to panic until I have to. Sometimes it’s true, sometimes it’s not. I’d prefer he be in Las Vegas than have his girlfriend pregnant.</p>
<p>Wow, I feel so much better knowing I am not the only one finding directions (I am in LA, D was in NY and called wanting me to find a Starbucks in residential Brooklyn) or sending warm weather clothes she doesn’t even ask for. How many of you have read Levine’s book, The Price of Privilege? I am beginning to feel a bit concerned/guilty about not letting my D be a bit more self-sufficient, independent, even at the expense of a few “failures.” The sad irony, though, is that I was reading the book to help her with a Pscyh paper! (I swear, this is the last time.)</p>
<p>When you think about it, this is not all that surprising to hear. Assuming geekness is somewhat a heritable characteristic, all these geeks must be coming from somewhere.</p>