Your "Party" Is Waiting

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I've never had to use the PA system to find my "party"....until now. Why do they call it a party anyhow? Why not "group" or "friends" or "Mother who has lost her last iota of pateince waiting for you to get your little tushie over here RIGHT NOW"! 
At 13, following your mother around Target gathering trivial things like paper plates and dental floss or social life killers like tampons and lip gloss is no picnic. He likes to break away. Fine. Usually he has his cell, so when I'm done I can let him know. You see where this is going? I have checked out, and I'm waiting. waiting. waiting. grrrrrrr. I know he's playing that video game and will continue to do so unless.....hmmm. Unless I have him paged from the heavens of Target. I have great confidence that he will be embarrassed just enough to please me.

"ATTENTION TARGET SHOPPERS. WILL KID ONE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OF THE STORE, YOUR PARTY IS WAITING, KID ONE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OF THE STORE, YOUR PARTY IS WAITING".
I recieved far too much joy from that.
Here comes KID ONE with his "what the heck?!?" face on. 
Next time....he'll remember his cell phone.

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78968400mom said…
Love it. I can actually see him with his hair to the side thinking, I CANNOT believe YOU just did THAT! Hopefully atleast one Cruickshank Tiger that knew him was in there...and then he could hear about it again...today at school. Peace neighbor.
10/06/2008
Jenn said…
Neighbor....we are Sooo on the same page! "I cannot believe you just did that"....exact words! I wished upon him someone from school being there! Word.
10/06/2008
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