Introducing: Nana, and the Bee

Here is the rundown of a recent convo with my mom, who we will call Nana from here on out:

Me: (Slightly stern, as I am at work) Hello? What’s going on?

Nana: (Surreptitiously, as she is at work) So, what happened? Or has it happened yet?

Me: No, it happened this morning. I was invited, in no uncertain terms, to NOT attend.

Nana: You were invited not to go?

Me: Yes.

Nana: By whom?

Me: K, of course.

Nana: So, what happened?

Me: I don’t know.

Nana: Is there someone who knows?

Me: I bet K does, since he was there. I’ll ask him tonight.

Nana: Call the principal. The principal should know. It’s their school.

Me: I am not calling the principal. You can wait until tonight.

Nana: I need to know right now.

Me: You know, I wouldn’t get my hopes up. While he likes the idea of a $25,000 scholarship, he doesn’t really get why he can’t just have that money now for his own purposes. Also, he found out that if he progresses any further, he’ll be required to appear on TV.

Nana: So, what are you saying? He doesn’t want to be on TV?

Me: Mom, the kid doesn’t want to have his picture taken. What do you think?

Nana: So, is he going to throw this? Are you saying he’s throwing the competition?

Me: Oh, I think it is a possibility! We’ll all find out how things went tonight.

Nana: You know, this is not adequate parenting on your part! I need to know the outcome! And if that little shit threw this bee…

…And you wondered where I got it from…