Brandon: "Dad, tell my mom to let me pick the ticks off of me by myself."
Me: "You have a bunch of them?"
Brandon: "Yes, and she wants to check me for more and pull them off."
Me: "Ok. She is your mother you know. Where did you get the ticks?"
Brandon: "Down in the woods by the dried up creek."
Me: "Did you have fun?"
Brandon: "Yes, we had a great time."
Me: "You know if you wear bug spray, it will help keep the ticks off you in the first place."
Brandon: "I know Daaaaddddd."
(Nice to see things never change)
Me: "Well, I think that you should have no problem pulling them off yourself, but there are places you can't see and your mom is going to have to check those. It is a good compromise and one I think you are going to have to submit to so start thinking about it."
Me: "Ok, let me talk to your mom."
His Mom: "Thank you"
The next night I called to see how it all went.
Brandon: "Well we got the ticks off and my mom won't let me go in the woods anymore."
Me: "Ok, did you let your mom check you for more ticks?"
(he responded MOSTLY jokingly...)
Brandon: "Yes. I told her that I hope she gets Alzheimer's and that memory is the first to go."
On another front, another long term relationship has come and gone, or maybe it has gone through a metamorphosis. More on that soon.