We hadn’t heard from M for a few days, not since a computer-related exchange with E. Then, on Friday night around 6 pm, this popped up on my phone:
M: “Did I bring khakis?”
He doesn’t bother with hi, how are you, how was your week — like all his texts, he acts as though we’ve just been in separate rooms for half an hour and happen to bump into each other in the hallway.
Me, after checking in his room at home: “I don’t know. You left 1 pair here and may have outgrown the rest.” I’d donated a variety of outgrown clothes after he packed. Then, remembering that I’d hung up all his closet clothes when E and I helped him unpack at college on the day he was totally overwhelmed, I added, “Did you check the wardrobe in case they got hung up?”
M: “I’m going to check.”
Yep. All his clothes at college are in a dresser or a wardrobe, and he hadn’t checked the wardrobe.
Me, still doubtful he actually did bring khakis: “I know you brought good black pants (in case you just need something nicer than jeans.)”
Presumably he found something suitable for whatever special event was happening on a Friday night, and rushed out to get on with it.
We’re going to have a lot of fun at Thanksgiving, trying to get actual details about college life out of this kid.