I'm in mom shock right now. My son Genius found two (TWO) Frisbees in his room. Frisbees in school colors with the school logo, flung into the stands to get kids all hopped up on school spirit during homecoming week. He carried them like a modern-day Tracy Partridge clutching her tambourine. "Look what I found in my room! I think I really will take a Frisbee to camp. Which one should I take?"
I look for him to crack on the hoodie issue next, even though the forecast calls for a high of 98 on Monday. The umbrella stigma will be harder to overcome. Even with rain moving in on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Maybe I should ask him if he wants me to sew his name into his underwear. With something so much wronger to fight, the umbrella might become acceptable.
Choose your battles, people. Choose your battles.