School Band? Really? Seriously? He’s either going to be the leader of the free world or the leader of a prison gang. Not sure which…
10.25 (jumping up and down): I have to be at school at 7:30 tomorrow for band practice.
Me (baffled): You’re in a band?
10.25 (insulted): The 4th Grade SCHOOL band. I have a solo in the concert, too. Mrs. Nation picked me.
Me (frightened, wondering if Mrs. Nation is drinking on the job): You have a solo doing what? Has she forgotten last year?
10.25 (twirling): I’m playing the xylophone. Or bells. That big metal thing. I call it my glock because I’m awesome.
Me (perplexed): Where is it? WHEN is it? Don’t you have to practice? Can you play one?
10.25 (righteously indignant): I don’t feel like dragging it back and forth to school so I leave it there. I don’t need to practice. It’s a SOLO.
Me (sensing danger): Do you know what means? It means alone.
Me (suddenly very suspicious): What’s your plan? I know you have one.
10.25 (defiant): I’m staying home for the concert.
Me: When is it?
10.25: I think it’s every day in May.