Sam had finally earned another lunch out. We had planned for me to take him on Monday since I was actually going to be home. All year long Max has been begging for us to include him on a lunch out. Being a high schooler comes with many priveledges, but lunches out are not one of them. My husband and I have firmly said, “No,” each time as it would require Max to miss class time. However, Scott is out of town and so…I gave in.
“Good Morning, Miss Maggie. I need Max, please. He has an appointment. I also need Sam for a lunch out.”
“Well, that worked out well for you.”
“It did, didn’t it.” At this point, I start to feel a little guilty for not telling the whole truth. But he is my son. I should be able to take him when I want him. But guilt wins.
I lean closer to Maggie and whisper, “Max does have a very important appointment–with his mom and little brother…for a lunch out date. Don’t tell.”
Maggie smiles conspiratorially, “I won’t.”
Max walks confidently down the hall, trying not to look too excited. I toss him the keys to the car. We meet Sam in the parking lot and speed away. Away from rules and structure to rebellion and freedom.
Forbidden cheeseburgers and blizzards have never tasted so good.