Sometimes our kids drop bomb shells – but this this time Pedro gave us a ticking time bomb.
He told us months ago that he had agreed to bring a friend to her senior prom. I registered the information and quickly forgot it.
So did he.
Until this week when he realized the event was Saturday night.
After mentally kicking myself for missing this one, I took a deep breath, then started firing questions (as only we mothers can do!)
Me: “But son – you are scheduled to work Saturday! And did you get her a corsage? And what are wearing?”
Pedro: “What’s a corsage? And I’m wearing jeans.”
Me: “First – a corsage is an arrangement of flower that girls wear, they expect the guy to bring it when he picks them up. It should match her dress.”
Pedro: “Where do I get one and is this going to cost money?”
Me: “Yes, this will cost money. First find out the color of her dress and we’ll go from there. Oh and ask about the jeans. I don’t think that idea will fly.”
He started texting. A few minutes passed.
Pedro: “She said NO to the jeans. Now what I’m going to wear?”
I am not surprised.
But still – this is a problem. The kid doesn’t own a suit. His dad has a very nice suit – but Pedro’s at least an inch taller.
It’s Thursday. The nearest men’s store is 2 hours away. Ditto for a place to rent a tuxedo. Not that we wanted to spend much money on this.
Why, oh why didn’t I remember this date!
Then I remember the two suits I picked up at the thrift store over a year ago for the Valentine Banquet. One was too big and one was too small. They were in the boxes that were supposed to be donated last Friday – but the thrift store was closed.
He found them and tried them on. One suit coat was much too big – but the pants could be taken in.
The other coat fit well – but the pants were so tight he couldn’t even button them.
Not to worry! I could let out several inches in the waist.
He could now get them buttoned – but still couldn’t breathe. He thought breathing was important – so I let even more out – taking it to the very edge.
He could now breath and speak – but only in a high shrill voice.
This wasn’t going to work.
I took a few minutes to study out the situation.
There was no way I wanted to tackle altering the suit coat from suit number one. No way. But the pants I could easily take in.
And then it hit me! What if he wore the pants from the first suit and the suit coat from the second? They were both a dark gray pin strip and the the strips were almost identical.
Almost – but not quite. But still – you would have to look pretty close to find the difference.
And it would be at night.
Who would notice? Right?
I tested my theory with both of his sisters and it passed.
A ten minute sewing job and the kid had a suit that would pass on prom night.
We’ll just keep that switcheroo our little secret – okay?
Now onto the corsage.
But first – I need chocolate.
And a secretary.