So today I had a conversation I wasn't expecting to have. Started with Dylan’s reaction to this year's transport arrangements - or rather, lack thereof. I’ve decided that as he's in high school close to home, he can walk. Just home, mind you, I'll drop him in the morning. So we're talking two kilometre, unhurried, middle of the afternoon walk with, note, absolutely no uphill bits. I really didn't expect it to be a big deal.
Well, you'd swear I'd announced he should fly. Even sputtered a little. "Is that safe?," is what he eventually went with. And let me tell you, I was genuinely surprised. I wasn't expecting a parent moment, you know the one where you just don't get it? Yet there I was, just not getting it.
And then he suggested I walk it with him. Before school starts. To be assured my expectation is reasonable. Where’s the trust? Pointed out I’ve asked things of him before that I really hadn’t thought through and agreed were stupid later.
“Aaw! That guy was blocking your cool Cobra ride photo, go again so we can get a better one!”
“Shame, man, Allie wanted to go with you guys but missed the gate, will you go again?”
“I’m so sorry you’ve been up all night vomiting from motion sickness, Salticrax?”
I point out walking home isn’t exactly a roller-coaster ride. But I agree anyway. Going for accommodating but really it's so I can dismiss him guilt free if he objects after that. And cos he brought up the Cobra.
He does seem to expect a big epiphany. Stumbling to a stop halfway, overcome by how outrageous a notion it is to not be chauffeured home, maybe even bleeding into my shoes a little. Fat Chance.
P.S. How tempted was I to throw in a "I walked ten kilometres to school in the snow" story?! Very.
No word from Cute Guy since New Year’s snog. Put together a casual, flirty sms but didn’t send it.