Mark came home from school with a paper for me to sign. Since I am trying to be a better person and a more responsible mother, I not only signed the paper, I read it. (OK, I skimmed it.)
It was for his musical theater class which is where they will rehearse for the musical. This was on the paper:
"Emotional baggage?" I said to Mark.
"Yeah," he explained (because he loves to explain things to me, his poor mother who knows nothing). "It would be like if I broke up with my hypothetical girlfriend--or I should say future girlfriend--and we would still have to be nice to each other at rehearsal."
"Are you planning on getting a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "The cast is mostly girls. Most of the ensemble are girls and then the daughters are all double cast. I only know three of their names so far, but...."
"OK," I said, regretting even starting the conversation. I signed the form.
And I'm going back to not reading the forms in case you are wondering.