This is the story of Boy Twin's sleepover. Not a sleepover he attended, this is a story about a sleepover Boy Twin hosted.
A couple months ago, Boy Twin had a new friend. His new friend, a boy, had moved to the area from Las Vegas by way, of Compton. Yes, folks that will get your attention.
Next Boy Twin proceeds to tell me the friend knows gang signs and is teaching them to Boy Twin. I went from paying attention to being laser focused.
Boy Twin: My friend wants to spend the night with me.
Me: I don't see that happening. I don't think I'm going to like this kid.
Boy Twin: Why? He is really funny and nice.
Me: Grandma and I are going to need to meet the kid and his parents. But I will tell you I'm not impressed about this gang sign thing.
At Girl Twin's softball game some kid walks up to me and introduces himself, Mr. Monner, I'm #$%^^*. (gang sign kid). He looks like a kid. I was expecting the worst, and I didn't get it. Standing in front of me is a well dressed, good looking kid. He spent the next 45 minutes with me.
During our 45 minute conversation this boy tells me he recently got a "B" on his report card. It was his first "B". Then he tells me how much it disappointed him. Uh Oh, Monner, you might have this kid wrong. This kid is an "A" student.
Now I'm totally confused. The boy then tells me he enjoys all sports, hunting, knitting and crocheting (I'm not kidding). I'm wondering if I'm standing with Eddie Haskell or the greatest kid on the planet. (I realize some of you won't get the Eddie Haskell thing. I'm sorry, you are too young. Eddie was from the time when television was entertaining. Check the internet.)
The boy shook my hand and started jogging home. He needs to get in shape for track. I watch him run away while thinking, "Good-bye Eddie (or great kid).
Last Thursday, Boy Twin and the boy called me (AKA Eddie) to ask if the boy could spend the night. I told the boys I would need to meet his parents. The boys set up a meet and greet between myself and the parents. Elaine was at work in the store. Your Daily Fiber. (There, I worked the store into this story. After all, this is a yarn store blog. Did I ever tell you I don't know what the word blog means? I like to use the word, story. I know what story means.)
The parents were young. Well, young compared to me. The first thing I noticed was they didn't have tattoos. Yes, I am a tattoo bigot. I don't "mind" a couple tattoos but, teardrops on someone's face bother me.
The parents were great. They were probably more worried about me than I was about them. Standing in their living room was a long-haired, bearded old guy, (me). I explained we lived about 45 minutes up the road in the middle of nowhere. They had to be thinking, "What in the world is going on here?"
The boy spent the next two days with us at our house. The weekend involved building a tree house, hunting and grilling a rabbit on the grill and cleaning the house at 1:00 in the morning.
Yes, cleaning the house at 1:00 in the morning. The boys couldn't sleep and started running the vacuum at 1:00 AM. I'm not opposed to the boys wanting to help clean the house, but the 1:00 in the morning thing is a little hard to get used to.
Our crazy lives!