He needs me!

Mr. Funny is a funny, funny boy. He finally admitted he LIKES to take those standardized tests. He considers them a challenge though speaking of challenges, he seems to be most challenged by the art of making a bed.

This past weekend, Mr. Funny took the ACT again in an attempt to raise the score because apparently he won't be happy until he has a perfect one. And then we packed and ran errands and did laundry to get Mr. Funny ready to go to the 6 week Honor's Program. He'll be living in the dorms with 699 other high achievers who probably get the same thrill from the SAT and ACT that Mr. Funny does. He'll be the one with the horse mask.

Dropping him off wasn't emotional at all. Nope. And I didn't lose any sleep worrying if he'd remember to wear his shower shoes or change to clean underwear. While I'm proud of him for accomplishments and his independence, sometimes a mother just needs to be needed for something besides her ability to lift her wallet.

After we left, he called! It appears that he does need me! Yup, he needs me to drive to the store and get a ping pong paddle. Apparently, paddles are not included with the ping pong table in the recreation room.

What the heck? Is it 1975 again? I've been wondering if he needs a headband and some striped tube socks to go with the ensemble. What do you think?