Grand (ma) Fun

     This week, I have a new job.  Transporting my, going on 13, grandson to and from football camp.

     This simple endeavor tossed me back in time when I would drive a bus fifteen miles to pick up a load of high school boys from football practice.  Oh my, did they stink!  They took great delight when I would have to hang my head out the window for some fresh air.  Lucky for me, this weeks' temps are cooler than normal so I can ride with the window down.

     He arrived at the house this morning before 7:30.  He is an unusual morning person because it is possible to get a bit of conversation out of him at that time of day.  I don't expect much, receiving two to three word responses from any member of the male species is considered nearly as valuable as gold.

     Before leaving on our 8 mile journey, we had a brief discussion on parkour, the sport that requires a person to get from point A to point B using their body and surroundings to propel themselves forward.  

     I told him I always wanted to do that.  He was impressed and asked me if I had seen any of the 'fails', the new word for mishaps, associated with the sport.   I assured him I had but that I would choose objects lower to the ground and not try to run up any walls. 
End of conversation.

     We stopped at a new convenience store so he could purchase a drink and I commented that I had never been in it yet.  I didn't accompany him in, that would have been way uncool, and received a five word description of the inside.  I had scored big with that one.

     We drove the remaining few blocks in silence and as I pulled the car to a stop, parallel to his coach and two other young boys, I spoke in my best grandma voice and said, "Want me to give you a hug?"

     With the 'no' that he gave me was also the look of being completely mortified.  I chuckled about that all the way home.