Javalina came home with the most coveted of useless awards and it was beautiful that he recognized it as such. Last week, the band program had a concert, fine, we went and I complained it was hot as balls in the gym. They were going to repeat the procedure on Thursday with another round of get together to present awards for various accomplishments. Our boy wanted no involvement in this and since I was on my own and had already missed part of Tuesday, I was not going to push to be late on another night at work.
Friday was pretty quiet at school, the band took three chartered busses to Schlitterbahn and although we kept pushing our saxophone player to go, he kept saying he didn't know the band kids well enough. What are you gonna do? Force him to go have fun with kids he doesn't want to or let him do what he wants, in this case go to school all day. We let it slide, I had written a $64 check to cover the usage of the borrowed baritone saxophone, which we didn't realize was a thing, but again, what are you gonna do?
Anyways, today, he finally went to band class, they aren't doing anything anymore, they were told not to bring their backpacks anymore. The little knucklehead was given a "participation" certificate which he had folded four ways to fit into his pocket. He tells me "today sucked, look at this bullshit." He pulls it out and I instinctively start on him with the "why did you fold it , Little Shit, we can't frame it up like that?" He said "it's a participation award, there's nothing special about it!" I start laughing, remembering one of Carolla's rants about this is the participation award generation. Today's kids can't take a good bowel movement without mama and daddy proclaiming "that shit should be bronzed.
I've been discussing stuff like this with the boys for a long time, so Javalina recognized BS when he saw it. I am more proud of him for seeing through the façade than him trying to get a reward from us for getting something new to hang on the wall.
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