Last week, I gave The Teenager permission to spend the night at Kaz’s house without considering the fact that it was Thursday and that I had boxing class. Usually, when I go to boxing, The Teenager watches the Man-Cub so, with her away; I was kind of at a loss as to what to do with the kid.
Class starts at 4:30, Hugh works until 6:00 and, dropping the kid off at the store and ordering him to “sweep something” before roaring off in a cloud of dust for class didn’t seem like a very nice thing to do (and, you know, I didn’t think of it at the time) so; I decided to take him to the rec. center where he could swim in the pool while I beat the tar out of Rubber Bob.
The Cub was stoked, he loves the water. I was a little hesitant to leave him alone in the pool, not because I worry about him drowning (he’s due to sprout gills any day now) but, because I felt guilty about him being alone, without company, without a playmate. When I voiced my concern to him he looked at me like I should be boarding the short bus anytime now and said; “So, I’ll make a new friend. It’s just that simple.”
Like, duh, Mom.
And, sure enough, an hour and a half later, when I had my fill of pounding Bob's rubber face, I found the Cub in the deep end of the pool, surrounded by a group of kids, playing Keep Away with a beach ball and ordering them around as though they were his personal minions.
I’m pretty sure he has a future in politics. It's just that simple.