(Blogged with permission)
My Lenny was staying over at friends last night – school is finishing up, and the living is easy. He walked in just now – huge band aid on his neck.
Funny story, Ima, he says, fingering his band aid. It’s just a bruise.
Last night his friend was playing around with a paintball gun in the woods (don’t even get me started on that), thought it was empty and fired it in Lenny’s direction. A pellet hit him in the neck. Didn’t hurt, says my tough soon-to-be 16 year old.
He woke up this morning, and his friend’s brother took one look at him and made some kind of comment about him having a fun night last night. My son, being oh so innocent (and don’t disabuse me of this notion because I will need to take a powder and lie down) told his friends that he failed to understand the comment. They explained to him that it looked like a hickey.
Ok at this point I burst into laughter. I mean, covering up a bruise with a band aid just so no one would think he had a hickey!! Everyone knows he doesn’t hang out with girls. (again, don’t disabuse me of this notion because I will need to take a powder and lie down). He’s a good yeshiva boy. But yeah, he has school tomorrow and it wouldn’t look good for him to walk into school with it – you know how teenaged boys are. But having the band aid draws attention to it.
As he is walking away he asks me – Ima, if I had told you it WAS a hickey would you have believed me? I pondered for a moment, and said “no”. He wasn’t sure if he should be flattered that I trust him or insulted that I think he doesn’t know any girls.
He doesn’t, right?