You all know that song by Michael W. Smith right?
“Friends are friends forever, if the Lord’s the Lord of them…”
I am beginning to write a new song in honor of the weekend my son had at my best friend Celia’s house this weekend. I am going to title it:
“Friends are friends forever unless their son barfs in their car…”
My teenage son has been waiting for four years to fish with his Uncle Bob, this would be my best friend, Auntie Celia’s hubby. The anticipated fishing weekend began on Friday evening with a stressed out call from Celia asking my husband if our darling son ever shut up. My dear childless friend and her husband have a vacation home that they come up to on weekends. It’s a short hop and a skip down the road from our house to theirs.
Have I mentioned yet that my friend has never had kids?
Just this weekend while standing and smiling on her white carpet, she asked me why we don’t bring up the family to their place more often.
She has already forgotten the first time we all came over and our youngest got his head stuck in their deck railing.
Auntie Celia (as my four children love to call her) has the same problem with my children as I do with little puppies. They are all just darlin until you have to take care of them.
So now you’ll understand why I laughed out loud when I overheard my husband talking to Celia over the phone yesterday. The call went kinda like this…
Paul: Hi Celia.
Silence, long pause…
Paul: Really, oh boy, I’m so sorry.
Silence, longer pause.
Paul: Sure, you can just bring him home.
Silence, even longer pause.
Paul: Yes, there’s an all service car wash right by our house.
(Paul is squinting his eyes, trying not to laugh while talking)
Paul: We will be home in a few, go ahead and just drop him off.
And just like a puppy, my teenage son barfed in their car.