Elder Son is in town today, and called to have lunch with his MommyDearest. We had a good time. In retrospect, though, I think he was just fishing to see what we were getting him for Christmas, and beg to go hunting. I knew the "fishing" part was going to happen. Now, I just have to guess when Younger Son will do the same thing.
Another thing I pegged about Elder Son was that his friend Booth would call him and tell him he made the blog.
Booth did, and Elder Son told me. It was funny. Booth told him, “Dude. You made the blog again. And I would tell you what you’re getting for Christmas, but your mom made fun of us, and won’t tell on the blog. She knows I read it.”
You probably know that both of our sons are musicians, and that we frequently do concerts somewhere, as a family. Last year, for Christmas, we surprised them with JT tickets, in JT’s own home town of Lenox, Massachusetts. We tucked the tickets into brand new JT cds, so it took them a while to figure it out. Once they did, they both freaked out and started calling all their friends. They love his music (well, heck, who doesn’t??)
Elder Son: So, Mom. What are we getting?
Janie: What makes you think you’re both getting the same things?
Elder Son: Makes sense.
Janie: We always make sense. (in my dreams!) We’re your parents.
Elder Son: That sucks, Mom. You should just tell us.
Janie: Okay. We’re getting y’all tickets to Wayne Newton.
Elder Son: Shut up!
Janie: Okay, how about Tony Bennett?
Elder Son: I’d rather see Tony Bennett than Wayne Newton, I promise!
Janie: You don’t wanna go see the king of Botox?
Elder Son: Kenny Rogers is the king of Botox, Mom.
Janie: No, son. Kenny Rogers had a facelift and jacked his face and they had to redo it.
Elder Son: Not going to tell me, are you, Mom?
Elder Son: arrrrrrrrrrrgh!
They're never too old for this kind of stuff, I swear.