It has been long theorized that my 9-year-old son Ben and I have a few too many personality traits in common.  Sort of like seeing a mirror image of my personality, but in a younger form.  This theory gained more credence this morning.

After looking at a paper in his backpack, Ben looked at me with concern.  “Dad, this paper says that the t-shirts for the school project were due on March 16.”

You see, Ben and I had previously discussed the “shirt project” and I had assured Ben that he had plenty of time.  Returning the look with my own troubled glance, I said, “Well, since that was yesterday, I suppose on Monday we could check with your teacher and see if it would be okay to turn in a shirt late.”

Overhearing the conversation and sensing that Ben and I were about to blame each other for the error, my 14-year-old son Jacob rolled his eyes and stepped in, “Hobos, yesterday was March 9.”  Ah, such a caring way to deliver the news.

Ben and I glanced at each other with relief.  We would have another seven days to procrastinate.  Whew!