Thursday, October 02, 2008

Let Me Tell You About My Pad ...

JP doesn't like me. Either that, or I'm just not cool enough for him to waste his breath on when it's not absolutely necessary. The latter is something I expected, but not for another seven years or so.

I picked him up from piano today and, as we walked the halls of Downtown Elementary, I asked him about his day, about homework and about piano. His answers were succinct: Good. No. Fine.

Then we went to the computer room to pick C up from computer club and suddenly JP was animated and forthcoming and laughing. Is C cooler than me? I don't think so. I was picking him up from computer club!

This happens all the time. I can't get JP to open up, but when he's around his siblings or friends, he's the life of the party. Can't shut him up, and I've tried.

So what do I do? I eavesdrop. On the drive home he and C were talking about these comic book-journal-sketch pad things they'd recently gotten at a book fair. In it, you could design your dream home and they talked openly to each other about their plans. JP's plan for the master bedroom in his house involves a flat screen television, hot tub and bed that folds up into a couch.

I'm not sure I designed my own dream bedroom at seven-years-old, but I'm pretty sure that if I had, it wouldn't have looked like that. A TV I could see, but I'm not so sure size was an issue. I don't know that I'd dream of a hot tub. A pool, maybe. And a sofa bed? What's the point of that?

Maybe JP doesn't talk to me about these things because I ridicule him. If not to his face, then to the internet. Could he be reading Urf! at school? Did he even wish for a computer in his dream master bedroom? He probably won't answer if I ask him. He doesn't talk to me. But, he chats up his peers, so I would suggest, with his large screen television and hot tub, that you parents out there hide your daughters ... sometime in 2019.

6 comments:

Secret Agent Mom said...

Are you kidding? A sofa that's intentionally designed to sleep on? What more could he want?

CarrieJ said...

Nothing, it is all I can do to get my hubby off the darn couch and into the bed to sleep. Like I want to watch him sleep all day in the living room.
Oh wait, this is your blog ...
Sounds about right. They still think the master bedroom is a place to hang out, like their own rooms. Maybe for Christmas you could surprise him with that sofa bed. Can't you just imagine his excitement!! LOL

The Saucier said...

C may or may not be, but JP is definitely way cooler than you are.

Sassy Molassy said...

I know there had to be a Wii in there somewhere. And cable.

Chip said...

JP and Miss M are kindred spirits. You know she doesn't address adults on a regular basis either.

Or maybe it's just me. Do I smell bad?

Birthblessed said...

I always thought that the "bed that folds into a couch" was all about their fascination with Transformers.

My kids LOVE to design dream rooms. Although they get the computer geek thing in- they design on Sketch-Up.