We moved Thing 2 to college on Aug. 20th. It went very well – he likes his room mate, stuff fit in the room with about an inch to spare. Made an emergency run to pick up coaxial to make sure the cable tv worked (crucial to the college experience, apparently), went out to supper. As we were getting ready to leave and were hugging goodbye, T2 managed to slip a letter onto the seat of the truck without our knowing.
He took off walking to go see a friend in another dorm. We found the letter and the husband said ‘don’t read it until we’re on the interstate’. We followed T2 as he broke into a jog across campus, into his new life. Husband honked at him, he turned around and waved goodbye to us. Sigh….
As we pulled onto the interstate, I read the letter out loud. It was so Thing 2-loving, appreciative, apologetic (for being a pain in @ss-see entry re: graduation party, etc.). I will cherish that letter forever. Husband and I were both crying (and neither of us do that very often, like almost never).
He signed off with our family tradition ‘love you to the sky’.
Then the P.S. (remember that he lost his license about a year ago for 3 speeding tickets in 6 months and is now on SR22 insurance for a couple of years. Idiot.). It read:
P.S. I don’t want to tell you this, but I got another speeding ticket.
I was IMMEDIATELY furious. Tears dried up in a second and I was railing about how STUPID he was and what this meant for his license and insurance. I was taking away his car! RAGE!
Then I glanced at the letter again and saw some small print at the bottom of the page. It said:
P.P.S. I didn’t really get another ticket. I figured Mom would be crying and thought this might help her stop.
Does my kid know me OR WHAT???? Classic. Absolutely classic.