|Hey, it's not potato chips...|
Rachel is running her first 5K tomorrow, with a group of Civil Air Patrol friends. To get ready, she has been running almost a mile nearly every morning. And I've been thrilled that this has given her an incentive to get out of bed before 10 AM this past month or so. Really, I've almost given up on rousing teens in the morning. I mean, as soon as they go to college, they sleep until almost noon, anyway. It's so bad, some colleges don't even bother offering the early morning classes anymore.
When I went to school, we walked to 8 AM classes, uphill, both ways. And we were HAPPY.
I tried to get Larry to sign up for the same 5K, but he says it's more important for him to stand on the sidelines and cheer Rachel on. I swear, the man's not even 50, but he's acting like someone's grandfather lately. Case in point: we were all happy for him when he took the plunge last January and got himself an honest-to-goodness smartphone - here he was, acting all 21st-century! And then he negated the whole with-it effect by showing up a few days later with a...thing...attached to his belt.
|Coolness factor = zero|
"It holds my phone," Larry said, proudly.
"Didn't Grandpa have one of those?" asked Brian.
"It's VERY useful," insisted Larry.
"Daddy, that looks weird," said Susie, who had wandered into the room during this conversation. "No one has that."
Larry turned to me. "They're making fun of me," he said, looking for support.
"I'm sorry, hon, but you might as well strap on a fanny pack and be done with it," I told him.
So now Larry is determined to wear the phone case just to bug us. His plan is totally working.