Cassie: How did the presentation go?!!!!!
Charlie: I enjoyed myself immensely.
Charlie: No. Sarcasm. Seriously, it went fine.
Cassie: Did you remember what you wanted to say? Did you have to use the cue cards a lot? Were you nervous?
Charlie: I’m so NOT interested in giving a play-by-play.
Cassie: But I’m so interested in hearing a play-by-play. Begin.
Charlie: I was maybe a little nervous.
Cassie: Yea. It happens.
Charlie: No kidding. One kid was so nervous, his hands were shaking and his body was kinda rattling. I felt like saying, “Dude, you gotta calm down.”
Cassie: Did you try to communicate that to him through your eyes and by paying attention? To offer support?
Charlie: Ummmm. No. You’re on your own up there. Anyway, he made it through…without passing out or puking. I was pretty sure it was gonna turn into a throw-up event. Are we done here?
Cassie: You sound so much like your brother….and your father.
Charlie: I know it.
Cassie: Last question. Did the teacher seem to like it?
Charlie: Guess so. She made a lot of notes on her pad of paper. Scribble, scribble, scribble… which was thoroughly distracting.
Cassie: I bet. (Suddenly slightly worried about what all the scribbling could mean.) If you were to grade yourself…..on a scale of 1 to 10…
Charlie: Oh, Mom. You can’t help yourself, can you?
Cassie: What? With the grades?
Charlie: Yea. An “A-.” Okay? But remember, I don’t give a crap about the grade and you shouldn’t either.
Cassie: Okay. Good job. Charlie. Good job.