Last night while I was in the kitchen, I heard Matthew McConaughey’s voice coming from the TV in the living room. Looking up at my nineteen year old son sitting on the couch, I asked him incredulously, “Are you watching ‘Magic Mike’?!”
He looked up with shameful disdain. “Yep. There’s nothing else on. So I’m just sitting here. Watching ‘Magic Mike’.” He shook his head pitifully as he glanced back down at the television.
“Oh!” I replied enthusiastically, “I’ll come watch it with you!”
The horrified panic that washed over his face was comical. As I walked over to the couch and began to sit next to him, he pleaded, “No, no, no! Mom! Don’t do it!” I nearly collapsed from laughing so hard.
“Mom!” the poor boy exclaimed. “You just made this, like, two hundred times more awkward. This is so humiliating.”
“I know, sweetie,” I replied as he put his head in his hands. “You’ll be ok.”