My son and I plan on a mid-week lunch in the city. He texts me the day before:
“Café Claude, like before.”
Damn, I don’t remember ever lunching with him there. Am I losing brain cells?
I google Café Claude. How nice, close to the parking garage – sweet son. I click on Open Table and make a 1:15 reservation, e-mailing the confirmation to my darling boy.
I arrive at the garage at 1, noticing a text from sonny boy that says “10 min late… sorry.”
Fine by me, it’s a gorgeous day so I walk around the block for 10 minutes, then find the restaurant (weird that I don’t remember ever being here). The waiter seats me at our reserved table in this intimate French restaurant at 1:17.
I tap my toes at 1:30.
I grind my teeth at 1:37.
I finally look at my phone at 1:40. Whoops. Two missed calls and four texts from my scatter-brained son that say:
WHERE ARE YOU.
WHERE ARE YOU??
As I read the texts, a bit befuddled, son calls. He’s angry. He’s never been to Café Claude, he’s at the other French restaurant – the one we’ve been to before. Sighing, he agrees to come find me.
I sip on my tea and breathe in, breath out.
I order his favorite French sandwich, so we’ll at least have time to eat before he rushes back to work.
Son arrives 7 minutes later, huffing and puffing. How could I have gotten it so wrong, he asks. I show him his text that states Café Claude. I pull up the e-mail confirmation that I’d sent him. (What did we all do, before we had cell phones to act as our witness?)
Looking a tad contrite, darling dear son announces: “Let’s say we’re both sorry and leave it at that.”
I smile at my frustrated little boy – 31, father of 3, and sweetly say, “No.”
I don’t shout.
I don’t curse.
I just slowly sip my tea from a straw.
“Okay,” silly son responds with a crooked grin. “I’m sorry.”
Then, we enjoy a delightful croquet monsieur together.
26 thoughts on “Almost Croaked the Monsieur”
Love it. And seriously, what part of that story requires an apology from you?
On an entirely unrelated note, I really want to eat that sandwich.
I can recommend two good French restaurants that make a great ‘grilled cheese’ in San Francisco…
I’d probably show up at the wrong one.
Tee hee. Silly son. Your croque monsieur looks delish.
Once we actually got down to eating it – it was phenomenal.
Good for you for standing your ground. Sometimes my kids run all over me and I let them because I’m afraid of “missing” out on their lives and don’t want to be in the dog house. But it is a bit frustrating (and hurtful).
Exactly! This post is for mothers everywhere. Just smile and sip the tea – they’ll get around to the ‘right thing,’ eventually…. 🙂
Sometimes I wonder . . .
oooh I like it, cool as a cucumber…did you have salad with your sandwich:-)
never had time for the salad!
Yes, sons are like that, I know this to be true! But I have to say that that croque monsieur looks like it was well worth the wait!
Definitely. That…and the apology! Ha Ha.
even at 31 you’re still the mom of the boy–still teaching, still loving….beautiful!
I like that expression, “still the mom of the boy.” YES. Always.
Oh, this is great. I rarely read one of your blogs without chuckling out loud. My boy-man is exactly 31 years old-young, too. I am glad that you didn’t apologize. He needed to eat that one. 🙂
No pun intended, huh? It took some doing, but yes, he did finally eat that one.
tee hee! Pun ALWAYS intended!
Croquet monsieur… Mmmmmm….
Bread, cheese, ham, butter — what’s not to like?
Cute story! I guess your son brain was working on auto-pilot 🙂
Sometimes I really wonder HOW my son’s brain works!! I think it gets stuck in the Iphone and doesn’t know how to get out. 🙂
It was a god try of his but at least he did look contrite when you faced him down.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
That was meant to say GOOD try of his, not as stated giving him a lightning bolt to shake.
I god you (I mean, got you) the first time! It takes a bit of waiting for the contrite look, but yes, it’s worth the wait. 🙂 Hugs to you.
I know I am kind of going through the back door and that this post is a few months old but I had to comment. After reading this I looked quick to make sure that I was indeed following you. 🙂 Because if I wasn’t I knew that I was going to love to read your writings. I was totally right there with you (having a son that for the life of me… I have no idea what to do with. And a daughter who is like an extension of me. Don’t get me wrong, I love them both. But I have to admit that I was wondering how you were going to handle that apology! So lauging out loud I can’t even abbreviate!
And yaaay for technology!!! So glad you said NO. But what was that sandwich?! Oh my it looks decadent! I am gaining weight just looking at it!
A Croque Monsieur, basically a fancy grilled cheese.
Ahhh, sons. They break our hearts, then make us love them to bits all over again.
I so LOVED your comments here – thank you!!!
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