"Mom?" Says El Brato, "Where are you?"
"I'm at a party," I reply. "Are you at home?"
"You????" Says El Brato horrified. "At a PARTY?" (He is evidently at home.) "But
ballistabob is upstairs, fast asleep!!!!!""I know, my dear. That's why I'm at a party."
Shocked silence . . .
"So," he finally says. "What time are you coming home?"
"I don't know," I reply. "I'm having too much fun here."
"Mooooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He whines.
And that's when I text him a picture of a certain Pirate Girl bedecked in a fake horned Viking helmet, braids and a pair of bucklers as chestplates, in her best Wagnerian Valkyrie impersonation.
I add the following legend: "See what you're missing?"
The kid faints.
Like I've said before. Shocking your kids: Priceless.
PS: My sweetie pie had spent all Saturday taking a certification test and was in no shape to party. However, he was kind enough to kick me out of the house so I could go to the Mel's housewarming party without feeling guilty about it.
He is so awesome.
I think I'll keep him.
