One day last week during spring break while we were still trying to get used to the time change, DH and I were just lying in bed not quite ready to get up when we heard the boys start their day. They were fixing breakfast and talking to one another when the conversation shifted to grades.
Now let me stop here and add that we could hear them clearly, but they could not hear us. I had said good morning to them quite loudly while not actually yelling, and there was no response. So we just listened as the conversation unfolded.
So Roo says, “Well, I got straight A’s this time around,” a tiny bit of pride in his voice.
“No you didn’t,” corrects Buzzard. “You got a B in Spanish.”
Bugs starts laughing at Buzzard’s correction, then says, “Yeah, well I’ve got all A’s too, and harder classes cause I’m older.”
“You do not! You have a B in AP Euro!” corrects Buzzard again.
Bugs good naturedly replies, “Oh, yeah, well, I’ll have an A by the end of the year, and College credit.”
Buzzard then says, “Well, I’ve got A’s except in Spanish.”
Roo says, “I thought you had an A? What did you get on the mid term?”
“I got a C,” he replies, then hastily adds, “But I still have time to correct that.”
Roo says, “Yow! Does Mom know about that?”
“Not yet…” and he drags this out nice and long, as though it’s the end of his life as he knows it, which at this point I’m thinking it probably is, until I hear Roo say,
“DUDE! SHE IS GOING TO GO ALL MOM ON YOU WHEN SHE FINDS OUT!”
I looked at DH. “Did he just say I was, going to go all mom on him?” DH husband starts laughing so hard he can’t speak.
“What, exactly does “going all mom” mean?”
“I think it’s their version of going postal.” I started to laugh, and we haven’t stopped laughing.
It’s been an extremely handy little phrase ever since. I think I’ll keep it in the mix.