My phone rang. Oh bother, I didn’t recognize the number. It went to voicemail.

Later that night, my High School son approached me. Some sort of miscommunication between the ski team and a teacher. He was at a ski team event, the teacher marked him absent, now my signature was needed to avoid in school suspension. Oh bother.

That’s when I remembered the message on my phone. Sure enough, the school was calling about my son’s absence.

Well, clearly they are calling the wrong parent to resolve this matter. Me, I’m pretty sure my son will show up eventually. My wife on the other hand will track him down with a vengeance or else set the record straight. I like to call my approach “passive.” (Insert big sigh) Oh bother.