March 28, 2013

Bones Behind the Wheel

Bones informed me today, "Dad and I are going to miss Ringo the most. We're going to be sad..."

He and I were driving for an errand.

Me: Wait. I will be sad. That's not fair to say. But this is what's supposed to happen next...

Bones: Yeah, but not like me and Dad. We're going to be REALLY sad...

Me: And?

Bones: I'm going to miss all those drives.

Me: Oh how he just randomly takes you for ice cream sometimes?

Bones: He doesn't do that...

Me: Oh that's right...

Bones: I'm going to miss all the talks we have in his car. I sit right where I am with you right now... and he drives... and we just have some cool talks.

Me: I had no idea you ever rode with him...

Bones: Sure. Like the time you were stuck in the meeting and you couldn't answer your phone and the bus driver wouldn't take us home because of Hurricane Sandy, and so I called Ringo and he left band practice to come get me and he brought me back to his band practice and then brought me home while you were at work?

Me: Dude... that was like... 6 months ago... that was SEPTEMBER.

Bones: I know. We had the best time. We just laughed the entire time...

You wonder sometimes what your kids will remember, what they will pick out as a favorite memory. Evidently that one hit Bones' memory box.

And that one memory is enough to ensure that Bones will be sadder than T or me when Ringo leaves.

Bones: I wish I drove. If I was older... I'd just drive up there and go to chick-fil-a

Me: Wait. You'd drive 2 and a half hours to go to Chick fil A with your brother?

Bones: Well, maybe I'd drive up in the morning and we'd make a day of it. I'd drive up, maybe we'd catch a game or something. I'd buy the tickets because you know... I'll be working at Publix next year... and I'll be able to afford the tickets since you know... he'll just be a poor college student.

Thank God he's not driving.

1) He insists he is getting a job bagging groceries at Publix when he turns 14.

2) Evidently this is going to make him rich.

3) And if he was driving on top of all of that, he and his big wad of cash, would just swagger on up to Orlando on a whim, catch a football game, and eat Chick Fil A with his older brother.

Cotton candy clouds and rainbows. I want to live in that world. It's good for a laugh as a spectator though...

Posted by Boudicca at March 28, 2013 10:26 PM
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I was a bagger at a grocery store when I was 14 and look at me now...

Oh.

Wait...

Posted by: K-nine at March 28, 2013 10:51 PM

I want to go to the publix that Bones bags at!!!!

Posted by: vwbug at March 29, 2013 06:31 AM

I don't have a problem with his bagging groceries. At all. Actually, I'm glad he wants a job. I'm just wondering if 1) they will hire him and 2) if the can keep a job. He's such big energy. I watch the other kids who do it and they're a bit more... sedate.

Also, I since it's the Publix we frequent, I don't know if they'd hire him.

Posted by: Bou at March 29, 2013 07:29 AM

I doubt it these days...
Back when I was 14 child labor laws were different.
He'd probably have better luck at a little local grocery. Sweeping up and bagging.
I think he'd do well. You don't just stand and bag. You chase carts. You check prices. You reshelve items. You sweep and mop up spills. Constantly moving constantly changing what you're doing.
Granted, the clouds aren't cotton candy in my world...

Posted by: K-nine at March 29, 2013 09:14 AM

The title of your post scared me. Seriously, how are you going to handle THAT in a few years?

Posted by: diamond dave at March 29, 2013 09:27 AM

LOL - and when he gets his license I expect he will drop everything on a whim and drive out to see his brother for a day.... I just hope he remembers to tell you first. ;)

Posted by: Teresa at March 29, 2013 12:27 PM

When I got my first paycheck from working in a restaurant, I didn't THINK I was rich, I KNEW it. As a kid, here's something very special and grown-up feeling about earning your own money and not having to beg it from your parents, as well as deciding how to spend or save it. (I saved most of it, and was the proud owner of a brand-new VW Bug when I turned 16 - back when new cars cost $2,000).

Posted by: George P. at March 29, 2013 02:51 PM

Knine- I think it's 14 for Publix. I just don't know if they actually hire that young. Most of the kids look 15-18.

Dave- A few years? I live in FLORIDA. He gets his permit... NEXT YEAR. He turns 14 in June. That means he's eligible for his permit at 15. Which is why... I keep my mini-van with 221,000 miles on it. It has surround airbags. I figure it's less likely he'll kill me.

Teresa- You know how it is. Once you get a kid driving, the whole, 'where are you' changes. No longer is it "i'm at the neighbors" or "I'm down the street". It could be a whole other city. That unnerves me.

George- Oh he'll feel rich. He's going to be the kid buying ice cream for everyone... which will be akin to buying a round for everyone on pay day. That's the kind of kid he is... good grief.

Posted by: Bou at March 29, 2013 09:24 PM

Actually what I remember about my first paycheck is noticing that the government took a cut. What a rude awakening!

Posted by: PeggyU at March 30, 2013 06:54 PM

Off Topic, but ... saw this from one of my friends on FB: One Coin

Posted by: The Thomas at March 31, 2013 08:31 PM