So the night before last, I was helping TK finish his application to the National Honor Society. It was like pulling teeth. With plastic Bob the Builder pliers. Seriously.
When I pushed him about his reluctance, he told me he thought it was a waste of time. That he didn’t have a chance of being accepted because he’s shy and a little socially awkward, so he doesn’t really have any extracurricular or community activities to put down. I helped him word the things he did have in a more impressive way and helped him hone a kick-ass paragraph selling himself, but he was still not sold on even handing it in.
Being a good mom, I broke out the locker room speech.
Me: You know, you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.
TK: That’s stupid. If you don’t take it, it’s not a shot. You’re just standing there so you didn’t miss anything.
Me: You’re missing the point.
TK: Your point is invalid because it makes no sense.
Me: My point was made by Wayne Gretsky, so it can never be invalid.
TK: I don’t know who that is.
Me: He’s like the Chuck Norris of hockey.
TK: Putin could take Chuck Norris down.
Me: You’re still missing the point!
TK: Your point is still invalid.
Me: Do it because I said so or lose your iPod. How do you like that point?