So silly this morning
Once he's up though, he can be grumpy or he can be funny. Much of the time he takes a bit of time to build up to his sense of humor, which is rich, but this morning he was on a roll. Or I was. Or we both were. I'm not sure. But I was on twitter checking my DMs from a friend who is dealing with severe illness in her family, and so I twitted each exchange.
We were like a comedy partnership, totally cracking each other up. How can you not laugh with a kid that forgets he needs two socks? He's so freaking funny.
This afternoon he was using his Macy's gift card to buy something. We don't shop at Macy's. In fact, they redid our Macy's a year or so ago and I've never set foot in it to check out the new digs. It's just not on my radar even though it's right down the street.
He's looking at the stuff on sale (that's my boy!) and everything is too high priced for his gift card plus shipping. I tell him that I'll take him there so he can avoid shipping charges and he's not interested. "I don't want people to know I shop in Macy's" he says. Why? Because they think he's so cool since I bought him a bunch of t-shirts online that nobody else has. He said he has a reputation to uphold. Macy's could ruin him.
OK. I didn't realize that Macy's was that totally uncool. But now I know. So after he looked at Macy's and found something he was willing to wear (I have no clue as to what he picked out) we went onto some of the t-shirt sites I like for the kids. We're cracking up at some of the shirts, and he says, "Mom, you gotta get some of those for this summer. Your t'shirts are so boring. How many Red Sox shirts can one person own, anyhow?" UM, I've been disses for my fan wardrobe by my son. The kid that used to steal my t-shirts before they became too small and short for him.
I guess I have to take him shopping. Because like his shoes, he can't find his clothes either. He does his own laundry and has for years, so I have no clue as to where his clothes are. But I'm betting they are either on his floor or in the closet. Stumble It! JBlog Me