Now that I'm pregnant, I'm starting to look at everything differently. It's amazing how a 28 year old girl is so different from a 28 year old soon-to-be-parent. Tonight I had another "parent moment" while we were watching the new Coen Brothers Movie, The Serious Man. ("Why were you out at a movie on a Wednesday night?" you might ask. Well, because we're off school tomorrow AND Friday for no apparent reason. Our school district must really hate November's guts, because we're only in school for 16 days this month!)
So the movie takes place in the 60's and there's this awkward, red-headed Jewish kid who smokes a lot of pot with his friends. He and his friends are smoking up in the bathroom right before he has to get up and sing during his Bar Mitvah. Anyway, when he stands up and walks to the front of the temple, he is CLEARLY effed up. Red eyes, blurry vision, stumbly, slow...you get the idea. And the whole time he's walking and when he's getting ready to start, all the parents and adults are sitting there all proud and smiley and I'm like, "People! Can't anyone see that he's a MESS?! Wipe those smiles off your faces and somebody go GET MAD AT HIM!" Then I remembered how hard it was for me to tell when my friends were high in college (seriously, I got made fun of because I could NEVER figure it out). So I quickly tapped my husband on the shoulder and in the middle of the dark theater I said to him....
"You'll be able to tell when our kid's high, right?"
He said yes, and I relaxed with that fuzzy, warm, "Go team!" feeling. No kids sneaking drugs at our house!