So, last night, we were at Ammon's induction ceremony for National Honor Society. I am really quite proud of the young man. He's an intelligent, fun, and handsome young man, and I like him a lot.
Last night, they read each inductee's name and a little blurb about them. This blurb was self-reported and chosen from a series of things they filled out on a form. The blurbs were read by students who are the current leadership of the local NHS group.
So they get to Ammon and his talents include - playing the piano, cooking, and "romancing the ladies." Yep. That's what he said. Everyone else was talking about Gandhi or Abraham Lincoln or Dr. Seuss or just the Doctor. But not my boy.
I was pleased, mainly. These things tend to be long on inanities and short on substance. But the idea of my boy "romancing the ladies"?!? Amusing. And a bit terrifying. ;)
Yet, as we're walking out, we paused for a picture. I did or said something innocuous (of course) and he said - Dad, you're an embarrassment.
Uh, what?!?
You're main skills include sleeping, breathing, and "romancing the ladies," and I'm an EMBARRASSMENT?!? And he said it quite loud. And it was SUPER awkward. I said - it will be even more embarrassing for you when you have to WALK HOME. Punk.
It was all friendly and fun banter between two good friends. But it finally happened:
I embarrassed my boy.
My work here is done. :)
Last night, they read each inductee's name and a little blurb about them. This blurb was self-reported and chosen from a series of things they filled out on a form. The blurbs were read by students who are the current leadership of the local NHS group.
So they get to Ammon and his talents include - playing the piano, cooking, and "romancing the ladies." Yep. That's what he said. Everyone else was talking about Gandhi or Abraham Lincoln or Dr. Seuss or just the Doctor. But not my boy.
I was pleased, mainly. These things tend to be long on inanities and short on substance. But the idea of my boy "romancing the ladies"?!? Amusing. And a bit terrifying. ;)
Yet, as we're walking out, we paused for a picture. I did or said something innocuous (of course) and he said - Dad, you're an embarrassment.
Uh, what?!?
You're main skills include sleeping, breathing, and "romancing the ladies," and I'm an EMBARRASSMENT?!? And he said it quite loud. And it was SUPER awkward. I said - it will be even more embarrassing for you when you have to WALK HOME. Punk.
It was all friendly and fun banter between two good friends. But it finally happened:
I embarrassed my boy.
My work here is done. :)
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