OR: School Time on Planet of the Jakes.
“So, Jakob, how was your first day of school?” I asked, sitting down at the dinner table.
“Fine.” He muttered, not looking up from the plate of food in front of him.
“Any of your friends in your class this year?”
I looked at him, waiting for more of an answer. “And they would be…”
“Friends.” He shrugged.
“Like????” I continued my line of questioning
“I don’t know. Friends.” He shrugged again.
“Ok…” I said looking around the table at the other kids. “Friends. Friends like Brian? Is Brian in your class?”
Natalia nearly spit her food out from the sudden fit of laughter that caught her. Everyone else around the table chuckled along.
“No.” Jakob said, laughing himself. “Brian’s not real dad.”
“Rightrightright. I forgot.” I said, thoughtfully. “How bout the Antonios? Are they in your class this year?”
“Ok.” Time for another tactic. “How bout lunch. What you have for lunch?”
He considered the question for the briefest of moments. “Uhhhhh…I forget.”
“Of course you do. Of course you do.” I did my patented eye roll. “So…overall. You had a good day.”
“Yup.” Jakob said, not missing a chew of his dinner.
“Good. Good. Good.” I said, looking at nothing in particular. “That was fairly enlightening. So, Jethro, how was your day…”
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