This morning at 7:30 am:
Max: I need a check for $64 for two tickets to the Winter Formal.
Cassie: You’re taking someone? Who?
Max: (Girl’s name withheld.)
Cassie: Who’s that?
Max: A girl.
Cassie: Is she a Freshman?
Cassie: Was she in Marching Band? Did she go to Macy’s Parade with you?
Cassie: Is she that rich girl, whose house you wanted to go to back in eighth grade for some party when we first got here?
Max: No. But she’s rich.
Cassie: If she’s rich, why doesn’t SHE buy the tickets?
Max: Oh my God.
Cassie: What do you wear to a formal? The tux we just got you for orchestra?
Max: No. I’m wearing those new gray pants with the black shirt and silver tie we got for the NYC trip.
Cassie: When is the formal?
Max: Tomorrow night.
Cassie: You’re just getting the tickets NOW?!
Max: It’s fine, Mom. Everything’s fine.
I hand the check to him. He slips it into a compartment in his fancy backpack and walks out the door for school.