Not as ominous as it seems, I swear. At least, I hope not.
This is the last day of high school for #2 son. Also, the last high school project, which is an epic presentation on Somali piracy for International Relations. There is a six foot long boat made of pink board on my dining room table, and foam scraps all over the house.
He asked if I minded.
I told him it was fine as long as he never let it happen again. Heh, heh, heh.
There are also, brownies. with chocolate butter cream frosting. He should get an A based on that frosting.
After this, he must find a job for summer, and will be going off to Edgewood College in Madison this fall. This puts him just down the street from his big brother who is a computer science major at the UW. And they are both close enough to me so that the boys will make appearances in my writing here, although they are unlikely to be doing cute kid things, since they are now damn near to being adults.
It comes as a shock to me, too.
But now that it is unlikely that they are going to be snatched off any playgrounds, I might be more likely to call them by their names, which are revealed in my book trailer. I forced them to be voice talent. And that deep voiced narrator is #2. He has been narrating Powerpoint presentations for other kids, since his voice adds the gravitas that makes even mediocre work sound A worthy.
Or, he could just make them brownies.
But since I have him handy, and he owes me bigtime for the foam scraps and multiple other reasons, I’ve forced him and his brother to help with the book trailer for my July US release
Havoc is in there as well.