Bad Mama

Today was my son's poetry reading session in his first grade classroom. Parents were invited to come and listen. And of course you know who forgot. I could blame it on my husband, because he asked me to come out to lunch with him at that time. But the truth is, I would've totally forgotten about it anyway. I'm just trying to juggle too many things at once. So the young man came home very upset. "Mama," he said. "You forgot about my poetry thing." After that little bit of news hit me, I apologized profusely. "I'm sorry! I totally forgot. How did it go?" "It was fine, but now you owe me something special." Uh oh. I couldn't wait to hear what that something special would be. "You either owe me a pet red-eared slider turtle, or a Nintendo DSL." Geez! "How about something else? Those are a little out of my acceptable range." "Nope. A red-eared slider or Nintendo DSL. Otherwise I'm never going to forgive you." I guess I'm doomed.