I love the fact that my son has a day planner. He used to make fun of me for writing in mine.
“Why do you have to write everything down?”
“Because I’m old.”
“Yea, true dat. But there are PDAs and computers for that, nowadays. It’s the 21st century, y'know.”
“I spend all day on a computer. I like to hand write things whenever I can. It makes me happy.”
“Whatever.”
And there he goes, writing when rent is due, when his credit card bill is due, when assignments are due, when his dentist appointment is. Sighing with exasperation when schedules change and he has to erase or cross out. It makes me think of us as the two peas in a pod we used to be.
“It’s wacky how you’re not using a PDA for all that.”
“What?
“You used to make fun of me for writing things down in a planner and not using something like a PDA.”
“I never did that. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, you did.”
“Whatever.”
“Will you ever stop saying whatever?”
“Will you ever stop making up things about me?”
“Oh, What. Eh. Ver.”
“I’m going back to Bloomington now.”
“Finally.”
(Quite the letdown from last year's Spring break.)