Getting to Know You

7 Oct 2007 /

My son’s just diagnosed and fixed a problem with my wife’s laptop PC . . .

“I should join the Northwood [his high school] Tech Squad,” he says, “with all the guys who tuck their shirts in.”

The King and I

“That reminds me,” my wife says to him. “What clubs are you in at school?”

“What clubs am I in?” he says. “How about none?”

“You need to be in a club,” she says.

I say, “He’s in football and roller hockey.”

“He can be in those,” she says, “but he still needs to be in a club so he can get to know people.”

For some reason, this launches the boy into a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune . . .

“Getting to knooooow yooooou . . .”

“Can you look it up,” my wife says, “and see what clubs they have at Northwood?”

“No,” I say. “I’m busy.” Which I am.

“When can you do it?” she says.

“Why can’t you do it?”

“I need it by tomorrow.”

The boy’s now coming to the end of the stanza . . .

“. . . my cup of tea.”

How he knows that song so well, I have no idea, but maybe there’s a musical theater club we can get him into . . .


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