September 07, 2011

Like Apples and Oranges, Lemons and Sugar, North Pole and South Pole

Yeah, differences.

I have three boys. I love them all the same, no favorites. Each brings something different to the table. Each makes me laugh in a different way. Each makes my heart swell with love.

And they are all different. In particular, my eldest two.

Today something happened that hammered it home and made me laugh.

Ringo had the same English class Mr. T has, two years ago. The following conversation happened in the car today, on the way home from school.

Mr. T: Mom, do we know any Cubans?

Me: Of course. We live in S. FL. David's grandmother is Cuban.

Mr. T: I'm not calling David's grandmother.

Ringo: Yvonne's Mom is Cuban.

Mr. T: OH! I'll call her...

Ringo: Mom, he's doing that project I had to do. Remember? You have to interview someone Cuban and then write a paper.

Me: Wait. When is this due?

Mr. T: Monday.

Me: When did you find out about it?

Mr. T: Today in class. I want to get it done as soon as possible. I'll call her Mom tonight or tomorrow...

Me casting a nasty glance at Ringo: Monday, huh?

Ringo, returning the nasty glance with a grin: Hey, Mom, remember when *I* had that project?

Me: How.In.THE.HELL could I forget?

Ringo: I just forgot about it. Hey, Mr. T, so it was Monday morning and I remember it's due, so I tell Mom, she calls Dad, Dad calls Yvonne and then calls Mom back with her number saying it's OK, I called Yvonne from Mom's cell and interviewed her on behalf of her Mom, then when we got to school, I ran into the library and wrote the paper.

Me: It was due THAT day.

Ringo: I forgot!

Me: I was so pissed. I nearly stroked.

Meanwhile, Mr. T is all over it and will have his completed... probably Saturday.

Sheesh.

Posted by Boudicca at September 7, 2011 08:39 PM
Comments

I was 'ringo' to my mom. I can't tell you the number of times I waited until that day to tell my mom I needed something for school. But it drives me crazy when my kids do it to me. ;-)

Posted by: vwbug at September 8, 2011 04:51 AM

LOL! That sounds so familiar!

We are homeschooling, and this is the youngest son's second year of involvement with a speech and debate club. This year I also convinced the middle son to sign up at least for speech.

Every week, they are given an assignment. This time they are supposed to write an introduction to a persuasive speech. It is due Tuesday. So tonight the youngest son starts interrogating me about his brother's progress on his assignment. "Has he started on it yet?" "Are you going to make sure he finishes it?" So I turned it back on him: "Have YOU started yet? Am I going to have to light a fire under YOU? Why don't you tend to your own business and not worry about your brother?"

To which I got this response:"I am an established member of the club. If he doesn't get his work done, it will reflect poorly on me!"

Posted by: PeggyU at September 9, 2011 02:43 AM