My 9 PM call with the team in our Shanghai office wasn’t too bad and actually finished before the allotted one hour time. Meanwhile, regular lazy pup seems to have gotten his sea legs back, and since he was such a good boy and waited quietly and patiently while I was on my business call, I gave him a coupla carrots as a treat for his good behavior. I dunno why regular lazy pup lurves carrots so much, but if he could, I’m pretty sure he would marry a bag of baby carrots. It’s not as sad as it sounds.
I have a conference call with the team from my company’s Shanghai office tonight at 9 PM, which, TBH, is kinda sorta my bedtime—or at least the boy’s bedtime, so I suspect our nightly pre-bedtime co-reading ritual is gonna be messed up. Oh well.
As consolation for my late night at werk, here’s a pic of the Busy-Lazy boys (minus regular lazy pup) when we were seven years younger. Is it weird that my kid has a passing resemblance with my dog?
To celebrate the last day of summer school, I took the boy out for a quik-e bite during my lunch break. I asked the boy what he wanted to eat, and he said sushi. We went to the local pan-Asian eats joint, which was empty, so we were in and out, easy peasy.
During lunch, I asked the boy how summer school went, and he said it was awight. The boy asked me, “Dad, did you go to summer school when you were a kid?” And I said, I didn’t, but only because I went to school for half-days on Saturdays (true story) and had to walk barefoot through flowing lava fields to get to class (kinda sorta not-at-all true). The boy said, “Well, in the olden days, people didn’t know how to treat kids, but now they know that making kids go to school six-days-a-week would be child abuse.” And I said, Yeah, I guess.
Then the boy asked, “Do I need to go to summer school next year?” And I said, Only if you want to. And the boy said, “I don’t want to, obvs.” And I said, We’ll see how things go this year with your reading. And the boy said, “I’m going to read 20,000 books this summer, so I won’t have to read during the school year!” And I said, Good luck with that. And the boy said, “Jealous?” And I said, Um, no.
While I was at the gym early this morning, the boy was bored or somethin’ cuz he texted me nonstop, asking if he could play computer before school today. Even though we have a kinda sorta not-at-all-strictly-enforced No Electronics or Screen Time Before School Policy at our house, I was kinda sorta inclined to let him play for a bit, since it’s the last day of summer school and stuff.
Since the boy hadn’t heard from me after his numerous text requests (cuz, you know, I was at the gym and stuff) the boy decided to text everyone on his iMessage contact list (lazy uncle, chillaxed Dan, lazy auntie, the bossman, busy daddy), which I’m sure was positively thrilling for them, especially my sister who lives in a time zone that’s six hours behind eastern time. Sorry for the 2 AM text, Jonesy.
When I finally texted back that it was OK to play computer for a bit before school, the boy ended up not receiving my message cuz in his boredom, he decided to update the iOS software on his iPad and missed my response. Whomp whomp.