In Which The 13 Year Old Project Manages My Booty
We accidentally left his science fair project in the trunk of my car when I dropped him off this morning.
I get a frantic phone call, when I’m halfway to my daughter’s school, “Dad! I need my science fair project! They are going to kick me out of the play unless I have it by 8:40!”
“Well, I’m already on the freeway right now, I can’t just turn around right now, but I can drop it by school on my way in to work.”
“What time will that be?”
“I don’t know. Right around 9, probably?”
“That is acceptable. I can live with that.”
And then my head exploded.