An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Serving Detention at Dairy Queen (kinda, sorta)



Dairy Queen. In our family, that's the place we go to wait while someone is serving after school detention.


And it's become a family tradition (of sorts) because now when one brother has detention, the others (who have visions of Oreo Blizzards swirling in their heads) rejoice and give each other high fives because ...  their brother has detention!


Brotherly love. There is nothing quite like it.


The only problem is that, according to the boys, there haven't been enough detentions. While all our boys seem to get their very first detention in either the 4th or 5th grade, after that there are definitely some lean periods in which everyone is behaving.


Oh, the horrors.


But then came yesterday's all school Mass and ... well, let me put it this way. As you know, our little guy is in the fifth grade, and today Jonathan and I are going to Dairy Queen.




2 comments:

Ray V. said...

Ah, those were the days.
Great story.

Ellen aka Ellie said...

This is hilarious.

Thanks for the giggle!