Today I took Togers to his new school and got him registered for classes. When we finished, I texted Tortellini.
Me: [Togers] is going to have a busy year: driver's ed, careers, law enforcement, guitar, computer technology, Spanish, physics, language arts, geometry, financial literacy, sociology, lifetime fitness, consumer health.
Tortellini: Why does he have 12 classes?
Me: That's just how he rolls.
Me: Some of them are only for one semester, so the second semester has a different group.
Tortellini: Oh, that's cool that he's taking a guitar class though.
Me: I think he'll have a fun year. He's already impressed with the number of cute girls ;-)
Tortellini: Hahaha. Of course. I hope he has a good year too! He's a freaking Junior. That's crazy to me.
Me: Crazy to me too. Crazier that you're out on your own. I feel old!
Tortellini: You are not old. I mean . . . you are . . but not compared to most parents with an 18 year old.
Me: You're not helping!
