Guess what LilZ asked me to do this week? Come on…guess. He asked me to serve refreshments at his upcoming school dance. As in…he has no problem with me being at the school dance. He doesn’t think I’m too embarrassing to ask to help out. He has no fear of the pain I could inflict by attending such an event. He’s not worried I’ll bring along naked pictures (of him, not me) or tell embarrassing stories. He’s even grateful I’ll do it because evidently there’s some sort of drama and if they don’t get enough volunteers something tragic will happen. Like, no music, or something. Either way – he actually thought I’d say no. He had no idea I would consider this such an honor that I might cry a little at the excitement.
My son! He’s not ashamed of me!
Unless, of course, he’s not planning on telling anyone he knows me. Which could be the case. And would probably be smart, now that I think about it.