In honor of my youngest turning 16 in one week, I give you this funny carpool excerpt from my book, Confessions of a Band Geek Mom. Fare-thee-well, carpool. I will miss you like I miss a toothache.
I’m a little worried about my family’s carbon footprint. I think it’s a men’s size 14 and growing. For three people who live in a town so small you could literally walk across it in less than an hour, we drive way too much. Ironically, we’re not motoring around just so we can go to the store and back. No, we get into our cars and leave our fair city at least twice a week to go to (are you ready for this) band practice.
Yes, my sons joined a state honor band, which at the time seemed like a good idea, until we realized that the band director lives about 50 miles from us. Hmm…call me psychic, but I’m guessing this guy is going to want the kids to travel to his end of the GPS map for practice. (It would be too much to hope it’d be the other way around.) When I suggested to my older son that he literally phone in his performance, he just looked at me as if I had the common sense of a fence post (being he’s a teenager, I’m getting used to that look).