November 11, 2007

Not Always as We Seem

We had a big fundraiser for the school last night. The event is a country western theme. I of course attended, being the person writing the checks for the event, it is good I go, but I went going stag as my husband is on travel again.

I had no intention of dressing other than jeans and a black pair of boots. I figured any shirt would do. Until… I got asked repeatedly if I had an outfit for the gig.


I frickin’ hate costume dress up. It’s completely impractical. I had a party to go to that was 70s themed a few weeks ago. I went ‘cocktail’. Call me a stick in the mud, but I just don’t do the costume thing.

At work I was grousing about it. One of the guys said, “Try Wal-Mart” for a store to find something country westerny. I went to Target.

While walking through Target the following conversation occurred with Bones, to the best of my recollection.

Bones: Mom, Mom, Mom, I need more underwear.

Me, knowing damn well he just wanted me to buy him something: No you don’t.

Bones: Yes, I need new underwear.

Me: Dude, wait for Christmas….

Bones: Christmas? Who wants underwear for Christmas.

He was obviously not remembering the fact that he’s gotten underwear in his stocking every year since he was three.

Me: Wait for Christmas.

Bones: But Mom, there is no more room for both my butt and the chimes.

Me: *blink*

Me: *blink*

Me: chimes?

Bones: Yeah, you know… THE chimes.

Heh. I guess I do now…

But this is life with Bones. As afraid as I am of his future, or the fact I don’t get how he will ever make it through life responsibly, he is the comedian in the family and the rest of us are merely the audience or the straight man.

So I found it extraordinary the other day when I realized that the places we put ourselves in our families, the roles we play if you will, are not necessarily the ways the world perceives us. Whereas Bones is the funny man and the rest of us are the source of his impromptu comedic material or onlookers at the spectacle that is his life, within our family, others outside the family, who do not watch the ins and outs, don’t have these preconceived notions of ‘us’.

They don’t necessarily see the rest of us as the straightmen. In real life, outside the family, away from our family members, me might be considered the funny one.

Case in point, on Friday Mr. T got in the car and said, ‘Mom, I have a note for you from my teacher…”

Keep in mind that Mr. T is my analytical son, the over achiever who MUST make an A in everything. He’s the one that can be extraordinarily serious… the one that can remind me of TGOO… the one who most frequently pays the straight man to Bone’s comedian.

I replied, “OK, pass it to the front…” and with that three sets of hands passed it to my lap, where I found not a note but a packet of papers with a sticky note attached. It was a packet of papers full of information on our local middle school here for the Arts.

The note said something like, “Bou, I don’t know if you’ve considered this, but I think you should look into this for Mr. T. He completely cracks me up…”

I had to reread it. This middle school she is talking about is a pretty high end middle school academically as well as artistically. The kids have to WORK to stay there. You can enter via communications, drama, visual arts, and music. Evidently she wants him to try out for drama or communications.

I was stunned. So we will think about it. I’m not sure in general that that particular middle school is a good fit for him. Its not structured enough and he actually likes where he is currently going to elementary school which does continue through 8th grade… but it made me stop and think.

He and I will sit down and discuss it… but it was so funny. Outside the family… Mr. T is the funny one.

And to finish the first story, Bones picked out a purple shirt for me to wear. He said to me as I was leaving for the fundraiser "See Mom, I told you that you looked good in that color. It's a good color for your eyes."

Bones the Comedian and Fashionista.

Mr. T appears to be the Funny Professor.

Posted by Boudicca at November 11, 2007 09:47 PM | TrackBack

The Chimes??? Ha! Kids provide me with delicious fodder. Not quite sure how yet, but I'm positive -- to the complete shock of my co-workers -- that that'll work its way into my repertoire by tomorrow, sometime before 3 p.m.

Posted by: Erica at November 11, 2007 10:07 PM

Always entertaining. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at November 12, 2007 05:40 AM

Just Wait,

As an involved parent of an ADHD kid, the fun is just beginning...

Think Robin Williams....


Posted by: P'cola Titan at November 12, 2007 09:29 PM

.... wow, I bet you looked great in a cowboy hat!..... you DID have a cowboy hat, yes?.... hell, everyone looks great in a cowboy hat!....

Posted by: Eric at November 12, 2007 09:57 PM

Your kids... So funny.

Posted by: Jody at November 13, 2007 12:34 PM

My 10 year old calls it his sack of lumber. I think I like chimes better.

Posted by: Lukie at November 13, 2007 03:17 PM

Chimes and lumber? You learn something new every day ....!

Posted by: Peggy U at November 14, 2007 12:39 AM

I've gotta ask...

What's it sound like when he walks?

Posted by: Roses at November 17, 2007 09:43 PM