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](http://eppsnet.com/images/the-king-and-i.jpg)
“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 . . .