Stat Boy has officially become a challenging teen. I cannot get him to wear a coat to save my life. It had to have been in the mid 30s Tuesday evening and I forced him to bring a coat with him in the car on the way to CCD. The entire drive he grumbled and complained about how he wasn't cold and how he couldn't bear wearing a coat. While I tried to tune out the rumblings from the backseat I began to consider how grown up he has become and how I might need to ease up a bit. I decided to give in and allowed him to leave the car without the coat. As he approached the entrance of the RE building Monsignor stopped him and had a brief exchange with him. I hoped it wasn't about the coat.
Upon picking up the children from CCD, I asked Stat Boy what Monsignor had spoken to him about.
My son laughed and said, "No coat tonight, huh?"
"Please tell me you told him I wanted you to wear a coat! He's going to think I'm a bad mother for not making you wear a coat!"
"Of course not."
Of course he didn't tell him. How could I expect him to do something so ridiculous as defend his slacker mother!