Vindication

I took the boys to dinner Saturday night. Typically when we go to dinner Michael brings along a book to read in the car, while we sit at the table waiting for the food, after he’s done eating, in the car on the drive home (if he remembers his book light). However, on Saturday he forgot his book. We were just a short distance from the house when he moaned, “I forgot my book. I can’t believe I did that. What am I going to do now? This is going to be so boring.” My feelings were not hurt at all. I remember feeling bored at restaurants when I was young. Though, on the other hand, I am funny and a great story teller, which (now that I think about it), Michael would know if he was not always reading a book. So I countered to Michael, “It won’t be boring. We can talk.” Another moan. He was not convinced. He grabbed a copy of The Onion and began reading it as soon as we sat down. But that did not hold his interest for very long. So then we all talked. Well, mostly I talked. The boys really enjoy hearing stories about when they were young and also stories about when I was young. We had a very nice time. The next morning on the way to visit my grandmother, Spencer said “I wish Michael had forgotten his book again. It was nice to talk.”