Busted!

On school mornings we are out the door at 6:35 a.m. and head north. We pick up two other 9th grade boys, avoid the trucks on I-97, snake our way through suburbia, pray we don't get stuck behind a [smelly] yellow submarine known as a school bus, comment on the parking lot antics of high schoolers, and finally inch our way to the front of the school where the boys can get out. Other than the 6:35 a.m. duty call, I have thoroughly enjoyed being the morning carpool mom. Here's why: I have learned so much.

This morning I learned that my wonderful, bright, intelligent, sarcastic, loving child has a menu of responses for our afternoon chats. So when we talk at 3 p.m. and I ask "how much homework do you have?" he goes to his mental menu:
a) not much
b) none
c) tons but I really want to play video games so I'm telling her a or b

Similarly, answers to "how are you?" are just as broad:
a) fine
b) hungry
c) ok

Not only did he admit to rarely deviating from his pat monosyllabic answers, he also told his carpool buddies that his mom (that would be me, yours truly) will keep talking no matter what he says, so he purposely doesn't say much. BUSTED! All this time I thought I was asking open-ended questions and that Drew's dislike of talking on the phone was just keeping his answers short. Nope. Wellllllll...the dork is in for a bevvy of new questions this afternoon, much more than the "how was your day?" or "what did you learn?" I just have to figure out what they are. Better yet, maybe I'll quit talking altogether and see what happens. Hee hee!