George: Schooling

The next morning George climbed out of his bed, made it and stripped out of his pajamas. He looked down at his nether region with wonder; the previous night’s events had confused him beyond anything. He put on a pair of white underoos, and slipped on some khaki shorts and a lime green dress shirt. He walked down the stairs to greet his family sitting at the table.

His older sister, Greta was eating a small spoonful of Happy Flakes Cereal. She smiled at him and ruffled her long hair that was a deep black, much like his own and his father’s. His father, Herb was engrossed in a newspaper. George’s father was an overweight, balding salesman. He was very successful and the family lived quite well, but it came at price. George rarely saw his father, as he was always on the road. George took a seat next to his mother, who patted his back and handed him a section of paper.

“Now, George, here is that permission slip that your teacher needed.”

His teacher had sent home a permission slip that his parents had to sign. It was about today’s lesson, called Human Growth and Development. He wasn’t sure what it was about, but some boys in his class said it was about boys and girls’ “private areas”. George went to the counter and grabbed an apple, and slipped it into the backpack by the door. He turned around to tell his mom he was ready to go to school, but she was talking with his father.

“Wendy, I’m going to be gone for the next three weeks.”
“Three weeks?”
“Yeah, I’m having to meet with the rep from the Chinese division. It’s going to take a while to earn his respect and trust.”
“Herb, the kids never see you anymore.”
“Well, I’ll spend extra time with my kids when I get back, then maybe you can take a break and I’ll watch them.”
“Alright…I guess…I’ll tell the kids you said good-bye. Oh it looks likes George is waiting for me.”
“I love you, Wendy.”

“I love you too.” The couple exchanged kisses and George’s mother headed towards him. She beckoned for him to join her. The two got into the car, his sister was going to walk with her friends. His mom started up the car and began to drive. “George?”

“Yes, mom?”
“Your father, he’s going to be leaving for a while.”
“Again?”
“Yes, but this time it’s going to be for three weeks.”
“Three weeks!”
“Yes, but this just means that we will be spending more time with each other, right?”
“Sort of like last night, Mommy?”
“Yes…uh…sort of.