I'd mentioned on twitter that Hijo made the honor roll during his first quarter in middle school, and that I got pretty jazzed seeing his name in the paper. This turned into a conversation with my twitter buddy @ET2U about how, watch out, soon I'd be sporting one of those "proud parent" bumper stickers, and man weren't they obnoxious and what about those kids who work really hard, bust their butts, but still only get average grades? I secretly vowed to never put one on my car, to never be "one of those" parents.
So naturally, when I got home from work that day, I was met by a very excited child. "I've got a surprise for you, mom!" he said, and showed me his official honor roll certificate and alongside it, one of those dreaded bumper stickers. "Let's go put it on the car right now!"
I waffled. I hemmed and hawed. I procrastinated. I mentioned how putting stickers on the car isn't good for it because you can't get them off, and what if, heaven forbid, there came a time when he wasn't an honor student anymore. Then we looked at it more carefully, and discovered that it wasn't a sticker, it was one of those (highly fragrant) vinyl window dealios.
"I know," I said, feeling very clever, "we can put it up in the window here at home."
"No, mom, because then nobody can SEE it."
What's a mother to do when faced with such obvious enthusiasm and pride? (Not to mention relentless badgering.) I think you know.