Thomas

Thomas couldn’t help giving his mom sidelong glances at dinner that night.

“OK champ, spill it, what’s up?” Mary asked.

“What was what you did when you gave us snacks about?” Thomas got the nerve to ask.

Mary laughed, “Oh so you noticed did you? I was just flirting.”

“We all noticed mom,” Thomas said.

“Well good, you’re all normal males. College is on recess next week isn’t it?” Mary asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah, Spring Break, a week of wild debauchery at the beach. If you have anybody to do wild debauchery with anyway,” Thomas sighed.

“I thought finding someone there to do it with was part of the grand scheme.” Mary laughed.

“Curt and Lucas did. Rob and I spent a lot of time at the arcade and playing miniature golf while they monopolized the hotel room” Thomas said.

“Bummer, well how about if we go to the art commune festival this year instead,” Mary suggested.

“Isn’t that the one dad never wanted to go to?” Thomas asked.

“The very same,” Mary confirmed.

“So what’s it like?” Thomas asked.

“About the same as Spring Break at the beach, except there is no beach, no miniature golf, and you stand a much better chance of getting laid,” Mary said.

“I’ll get all packed tonight, what should I bring?” Thomas asked.

“About what you would take to summer camp, shorts, jeans, sneakers, hiking shoes, T-shirts, insect repellent, sun tan lotion. Oh yeah, and condoms. No quarters though, they don’t have an arcade.” Mary mused.

“Quit joking mom,” Thomas remarked.

“I wasn’t dear,” Mary said.