High school roller hockey starts tonight. To prevent the use of ringers, each kid has to turn in an enlarged color copy of their school ID card.
I reminded my son about that requirement last night as he was doing homework in his room.
“Why don’t you go ahead and make the copy now while you’re thinking about it?” I said.
“I’m not thinking about it,” he said.
“You are thinking about it.”
“What am I thinking about?”
“Okay, do it your way,” I said, and left.
“What did you come in here for?” he called after me.
Hilarity is really going to ensue when he shows up for the game tonight and can’t play because he doesn’t have a copy of his ID card . . .