Today I dropped my 15-yr-old son (who is at that charming age where he's embarrassed that he has parents) at the school for a band trip. Several of his friends were already there. I swung around the loop, rolled down the window, and YELLED "Bye, Pookie Monster! Have a great day! Mommy loves you!" and I've been laughing about it all day.
The therapy bills will be pricey, but the look on his face was priceless.
Heh heh heh.