Last night The House of Joy went out to dinner with my husband’s ex-girlfriend Emily’s friend Linda and her man Tim.
[Did you get all that? Things move pret-ty fast on this-a here blog so keep up.]
We went to a reasonably nice restaurant, the kind that usually qualifies The Family Joy to wear giant signs that say:
“Oh, HAI! We’re THAT family.”
But last night?
The Mayor and The Rooster sat quietly and ate their food.
They were well behaved, decent children the likes of which one only witnesses in films from the 1940's.
Shockingly, K and I were able to have a long and delightful, adult conversation with Linda and Tim.
We were happily talkingtalkingtalking, grown-up talking when The Mayor finally said,
“Excuse me, Mama.”
[Oh, the BEAMING mother!!]
“Yes, Mayor?” I said.
He beckoned for me to lean in closer.
He whispered in my ear,
“Are you grown ups making speeches?”
The Mayor was making reference to his book “Are You Going To Be Good” by Cari Best in which Robert, the main character, goes to his first grown up, night time party only to be disillusioned by the incessant and boring talkingtalkingtalking done by the grown ups.
"Is that all there is?" asks Robert.
He’s ready to go home until someone says,
“It’s time to dance!”
[And then all hell breaks loose, man.]
“Grown ups are boring, huh?” I whispered back to The Mayor.
He grinned in appreciation and nodded vigorously.
If only there was dancing...