My son is not exactly the hardest or most diligent worker in the world–”lethargic” would be a more appropriate description. Even though he’s almost 15, it’s still something of a hassle to get him to get ready for school in the mornings or to get his stuff together and get out of the car. But there is one situation in which he moves very, very fast.
I sometimes take him to the YMCA with me to go swimming, and there is often a small group of pretty teenage girls sitting near the front. When I park the car, my son is out of it and across the parking lot before I even close the door. He doesn’t want me within 100 yards of him when those girls are around.
I’ve offered to pretend that I’m just some homeless guy walking in to the YMCA and pestering him for change, but even that doesn’t work for him. I can remember feeling that way at his age, and I tell him I don’t blame him–if I were him, I wouldn’t want to be seen with me, either…
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