Emergency Deodorant


Now that the kids are teenagers we have honed our life to one key question, usually posed while backing down the driveway: “Did you put on deodorant?”  We had two primary inquiries when they were younger and constantly waking us up in the middle of the night:

Why are you here?

Are you going to throw up?

We learn from our mistakes (like the chimps that eventually learn to change their own diapers).  We now keep the emergency deodorant in the car.

And several random conversation tidbits:

Me: I paid for a new PE uniform.  You’ll have to pick up the receipt from the office and then give it to your PE teacher and she’ll give you the stuff.

Son: That’s kind of inconvenient.

Me: You know what’s inconvenient?  Giving birth to your 8 and a half pound self at 2am.

Me: What do you think of this sweater?

Yvette: Oh, it’s nice.  But you look a little bit like a pirate.

Ramona, eating in car:

This is a big-a!@#s burrito.

Texts from the Son:

Me: Yes, you can have a slurpee, but walk Sally first.

Him: I did, right after Votto went yard on Zito.

Later, same game, and I know he was very pissed because he spelled everything out:

The Management really needs to do something about Zito.  This is a joke.

Finally, I have finished The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.  It’s an important book, one they should use in high school science and/or sociology (whatever that subject is).  I felt a little bullied into reading it by she-who-shall-not-be-named, but it was written really well, the science was accessible, and the story is, well, unbelievably heartbreaking, on many levels.   I really liked Henrietta and her no-nonsense attitude about her extremely hard life (and that’s an understatement).  The story was a bit like someone taking a flashlight and shining it into the dark corners of science…and watching things scurry.  Discouraging, astonishing, sad, and enlightening, it reminds us science is, at its best and worst, personal.  It’s hopeful the author, among others, has taken the information and is trying to help the Lacks family.  I can’t help but think her energy for this came directly from Henrietta herself.