Working it

I had two phone conversations in one day with my 22 year old son:

 

Hello, this is J (President of local university)

Hi J. How’s the new wife?

Oh, I have a new wife?

Yes, J, why did you call?

What’s up in the neighborhood?

Nothing, what’s up in your neighborhood?

Just hockey.

When does hockey end?

I found a summer league.

Seriously, are you paying your bills?

Yes, but will you pay for Bosley?

What’s Bosley?

A hair replacement system. I’m losing my hair.

No, you’re not. No, I won’t pay for it. You’re a bit of a financial mess.

Well you’re a financial bully.

Have a good day.

You too.
 

Later that evening:

 

Mom, I've been doing some work with the Point A, Point B Program.  It's a group working with young men working their way back into the workplace and they need money for gas to get from point A to point B.  They are looking for financial supporters - would you be willing to help out?

I just smiled.  I give him points for some fore thought.

"Yes."

"Yes?  You'll give financial support?"

"Yes."

"I'll be over in a minute."

 

When he arrived, he had cooked up one final scheme for the day:

 

"While you are feeling philanthropic, there is another program called "Skate Safe."

"Really?  What is that."

It is a program to be sure hockey players skate safely with sharp skates.  All you have to do is get one pair of skates sharpened to insure the safety of just one player."

"Take the $5 and then that is it for the day."

On his way out the door, "Now I can truly be my best.  Thanks."

 

I never understood how people could say that parenting a 20 something was more difficult than the teens or toddlers. I do now.