The Parents’ first attempt at ‘parenting’ was to volunteer at my 7th grade “Welcome Back” school dance which incidentally was my first foray into “socializing” on a grander scale than play dates with neighborhood kids. Some memories are best not shared.
Two weeks before the dance, The Parents descended unannounced upon a clueless Principal Nelson (such a nice, normal man).
He had previously been informed when Karlie began 7th grade that the parents of Karlie and Tobey Carlson had been tragically killed on their third attempt to climb Mt. Everest.
The Parents had bravely tried to rescue their loyal Sherpa who had fallen into a deep crevasse. All three bodies were never recovered…so Karlie and younger sister Tobey were now being lovingly raised by a grandma named Sylvia…so you just call her if anything comes up.
This compellingly sad tale had been created by our highly imaginative grandma after a couple of glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon. Both Karlie and I thought it was a sound plan and we all agreed that there was no reason whatsoever to mention this to The Parents…ever.
But now…The Parents told the puzzled Mr. Nelson, that “Yes! Of course we’re Tobey’s parents! Who else would we be?”
And they added for good measure, “We’re Karlie’s parents too!” They figured this further claim would seal the deal.
A hesitant and slightly confused Principal Nelson said he “would see if they would be needed.”
It should have ended there but The Parents were now on a mission and made sure of being ‘needed’ by donating $100,000 to renovating the teachers’ lounge. They were more than ‘needed’…they were revered.
Imagine riding a roller coaster with no safety bar to hold you in place…that was my life for the next 6 years…