<p>Mom, Dad and DS#'s 2 & 3 are eating dinner in a restaurant on a Saturday evening. Mom’s cell phone rings. It is DS #1, in first year of grad school halfway across the country.
S: “Hi!”
M: "Hi! You’re back. Great! (DS had flown back to school that afternoon.)
S: “Yes, I’m back and I really ****'d up.”
M: “What’s the matter?”
S: “I left the keys to my apartment at home.”
M: “How could you do that?”
S: “Well, I took them off my key ring for the week because it makes the key ring too heavy.”
M: “Well, can you call the super to let you in?”
S: “We’re not supposed to bother him if we get locked out.”
M: “Yes, but this isn’t a case where you went out and accidentally left your keys in your apartment. Your keys are halfway across the country!!!”
S: “Well, I can’t even get into my building to knock on his door because I don’t have the keys to my building either.”
Very long story short. Building super was away until Monday, so S had to call in a locksmith to pick the lock on his apt door. A $135 mistake on his part, and then DH Fed Ex’d his keys out to him at a cost of $25. The keys were hidden in a very difficult place to find in his room. ON HIS DRESSER. DH pointed out to DS#1 that perhaps it would have been better to check on his personal items before going to the airport rather than sitting and playing his guitar. Brilliant, geeky, very little common sense. :eek:</p>
<p>Oft-repeated statement to DS: “For a smart kid, you are dumb as a post.” (We’re obviously big on enhancing self esteem ;))</p>
<p>It would seem you have one of those (or 3?), too, momof3.</p>
<p>My daughter and I just spent the last hour watching “We Need Girlfriends”. Oh Lord, they remind me of all my 20-something nephews living in NYC. Hysterical!</p>
<p>Okay. H got this call, not me.</p>
<p>S: I have a check to deposit. How do I deposit a check?
H: You take it to your bank.
S: Do I have to endorse it?
H: Yes.
S: That means sign my name?
H: Yes, and write your account number.
S: I don’t know my account number.
H: But you need to deposit the check into your own account so you
need the number. You can ask someone if you have your SS#.
S: Teller?
H: Tell her what?
S: No Teller!
H: Oh, yes, go to the teller.</p>
<p>Haha. Perfect example of two men talking.</p>
<p>Wouldn’t a mother’s response to the first line have been: You take your check to your bank with a deposit slip, or fill one out there. Sign the back and write your account number on it. If you don’t know the account number, get it from the deposit slip or ask the teller.</p>
<p>Of course, maybe that’s why my conversations with my sons are shorter.</p>
<p>^^ And the response to mom’s detailed explanations is :“Mom, I’m not dumb!” See post 102.</p>
<p>^^^LOL
So, so true.</p>
<p>Haha. So true. You guys nailed both of them. I love it. But notice. DS asked Dad, so they must like their circumlocution.</p>
<p>Probably, to avoid feeling dumb in front of mom. (See marite’s above post. Haha.)</p>
<p>So, DS and DH, “Hey, let’s be dumb together! And let’s not let Mommy know.!” Or even, “Don’t tell mom.”</p>
<p>DD has no time for this nonsense. And she never asked how to deposit her checks! She knew. She watched me. Of course.</p>
<p>Mythmom: Sounds like a “who’s on first” conversation. Love it!!</p>
<p>^^HA! “Don’t tell Dad!” was the mantra of my adolescent life - along with my 6 sisters!</p>
<p>abric1: I didn’t realize there WAS such a thing as having trouble finding a Starbucks. I’m pleased to hear it.</p>
<p>Message today from D2
“Hey, I saved you $40 and had my roomie cut my hair with a pair of desk scissors. It turned out pretty cute, see attached picture.”
Actually, she’s blessed with wonderful hair so it did turn out fine.</p>
<p>Son’s last haircut was LAST winter break- in January '07, not this winter. It’s long, curly and clean.</p>
<p>Speaking of hair…for months my D has asked me “is it growing?, is it at least an inch longer than last week?, do you think it will be this long by graduation?” (indicating her hip), and on and on. Last Friday she abruptly announced she wanted it short, bob length above chin, and the same day the hair she was so obsessed about was all gone. Looks terrific and she’s happy too.</p>
<p>DS1 is trying to grow his hair long. Thick, curly, gorgeous. I am massively jealous.</p>
<p>DS2 tonight was trying to find his cell phone by using one of our phones to dial his. He had his cell set to vibrate.</p>
<p>Kinda makes it tough, eh?</p>
<p>CountingDown - we go through that with my D all the time. She leaves her phone on vibrate so it won’t ring if she accidentally leaves it on while she’s in school. She does track it down, she just has to listen very carefully…lol.</p>
<p>LIMOM,
Yeah, that’s why he leaves it on vibrate. It’s just funny to watch him looking at a pile of unsorted socks to see if it moves…which would mean the phone’s under there somewhere! (at least I HOPE that’s why the socks would be moving, as opposed to taking on a life of their own!)</p>
<p>S always knows where his phone is, and it is also set on vibrate. Now, if he could just remember to charge it occasionally…</p>
<p>A couple of CCer’s have sent email to WashDadJr about his college. This is an excerpt from WDJr’s response to one of those queries:</p>
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<p>^D in engineering would echo the “boy meets girl” issue. She, however, does have boating at her school.</p>