Bones is busy with the Christmas Season, singing all over the county with a subset of one of the bigger groups he's in. Tonight we were in the car as I took him to another gig. We'd come from the orthodontist and he had his uniform in the car. It made me remember that during our trip to San Antonio last year, one of the boys forgot their white shirt.
Me: I double checked to make sure you have everything.
Bones: I do. I'm good.
Me: I remember when we had that 6th grader last year, when we got to San Antonio and he'd forgotten his shirt. I kept wondering why his Mama didn't go through his stuff before he left.
Bones: You went through MY stuff and you were WITH us. His Mom didn't check?
Me: Nope. We ended up finding him a shirt from a band student who'd already performed. Who doesn't check a 6th grader's stuff? Middle schoolers are nothing but fluff for three years. They have no brain...
Bones: Funny you should say that. Ms. D says that too. And Wow. I didn't know any of this was going on...
Me: Yeah. I don't know his name. He has really red hair... Do you know his name?
Bones: Red hair?
(*side note* Red hair is not common. How do you question when someone says that someone in your group has red hair? How do you not recognize something like that?)
Me: Umm. Yeah.
Bones: Are you sure?
Me: *blink* Yes. He had almost like orange hair. Carrot red. He's got very fair white skin and red hair.
Bones: And you don't know his name?
Me: No! I'm asking YOU!
Bones: Hmmm. Would you recognize it if you heard it?
Bones: Hmm. *completely serious* Was it Jose?
I nearly fell out. I just stared at him like he had two heads.
The white boy red head.
Right.Posted by Boudicca at December 6, 2012 10:16 PM