Last night at dinner our 16-year-old son informed us that he got in trouble for jumping on the couch in the library. I had horrific visions of this nearly-6-ft.-tall son jumping up and down the way toddlers jump on the bed. It turns out all he did was sort of make a backward leap and land on the couch. Not charm school etiquette by any means, but not as disastrous as I initially imagined either. The school librarian chose to chastise him anyway.
"What are you doing, jumping on the couch? That is totally unacceptable.
Who taught you to behave like that?"
"My parents," he answered, without skipping a beat. She was not amused.
"Well I don't like the way you're treating our furniture, whether or not you're allowed to do that at home. I'm going to call your parents right now."
And Josh's witty reply (again, without missing a beat): "Oh, their trailer doesn't have service."
Home, sweet hook-up. :)