So Cougar Woman took Big Kid out today. Lots of different things have happened in this sphere during the last couple of weeks, but I'm going to skip over the gory details.
Suffice it to say, Big Kid has learned:
That Cougar Woman will take him out to his favorite and expensive sushi restaurant frequently, and buy him cigarettes when we won't. I guess that falls in the realm of what sugah mommas do.
He's also learned that if he pisses us off and we tell her to either a) make him call his grandfather for a place to stay or b) drop him off at the homeless shelter, but NOT to bring him back to our home....
That she isn't willing to put him up at her place other than once in a blue moon on her cat-hair-covered couch. The end. He either has to work it out with us or she'll drop him off at the shelter.
Anyway, the plan today was that they were going to see a matinee and catch a meal here in our mountain town so that she wouldn't have to race to get him home before her eyeballs failed her (and believe me, I sympathize---I've been having some problems my own night vision in the last year).
Turns out that they went to the sushi restaurant and to the mall to window shop down in the city. But she got him home before it got too dark for her to drive.
Big Kid: "We went to a little oriental shop and looked at samurai swords. Boy, do I want one of those!"
Me: (struggling to say something and groaning inside---just what we need! ANOTHER sword--my Ex-FIL gave him a family one on graduation--that we'll have to hide so he won't freak out and cut our heads off some night while we're sleeping) Uh, I don't think you're supposed to say that any more. It's not politically correct.
Big Kid: "What, I'm not supposed to say 'Oriental'?"
Big Kid: "Well what am I supposed to call it?"
Me: Heck, I don't know! Maybe Asian? Maybe you could just call the shop by its name?
Big Kid: But that IS the name! It's called "A Little Oriental Shop!"
Doh! I give up. I'm so confused! LOL