Today the Baroness will be practising her mad scrapbooking skillz, as she prepares a travel manifesto of sorts for our cher etudiente d'exchange Julien to take home to his Maman in France. To let her know what he did while he was here for 3.5 weeks, on what day, and include pictures, and maps and all other touristy doo-dad-ery.
Why, may you ask, would I do this? Because, as the mother of any teenaged boy is aware, when one asks what said boy did over a period of an hour, a day, a week - the answer is is universally the same.
The cherished, monosyllabic I D'noh. Usually grunted out with a puff of air.
Like we're being instrusive. Or they've got some viral disease which wipes out their short-term memory. Either way, une grande sucky answer.
They could have spent a week at Rock Camp jamming with Slash, being painting assistants for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition, playing the Beta version of Jimmy Hendrix Guitar Hero at Activision HQ, getting tips from Hef at the Playboy mansion, golfing with Tiger at his home in Hawaii.
Yet when you ask them what they've done - I D'noh.
God grant me the patience and grace to get through the rest of the summer.
Why, may you ask, would I do this? Because, as the mother of any teenaged boy is aware, when one asks what said boy did over a period of an hour, a day, a week - the answer is is universally the same.
The cherished, monosyllabic I D'noh. Usually grunted out with a puff of air.
Like we're being instrusive. Or they've got some viral disease which wipes out their short-term memory. Either way, une grande sucky answer.
They could have spent a week at Rock Camp jamming with Slash, being painting assistants for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition, playing the Beta version of Jimmy Hendrix Guitar Hero at Activision HQ, getting tips from Hef at the Playboy mansion, golfing with Tiger at his home in Hawaii.
Yet when you ask them what they've done - I D'noh.
God grant me the patience and grace to get through the rest of the summer.
