Last week there was a thunderstorm in Princeton late at night. My son IM’d me about it.
Son: mom there’s an amazing thunderstorm here.
Me: cool (it’s always good not to use too many words)
Son: the thunder is almost on top of the lightening
Me: wow (see above)
Son: oh it almost sounds like something ripping
Me: can be scary (secretly pleased the kid has a way with words)
Son: uh, yeah, if I were outside
(Mom considers that it may be dorky to say anything about scary thunder to a 19-year old boy)
Me: what are you awake for (meaning, why are you awake at 1am and have you done your homework?)
Son: the storm
(Mom is silenced by the romantic vision of a boy awake in the middle of the night, listening to thunder)
Lesson: If you want your Mom to stop talking, say something especially beautiful.