The Mom will be played by Me.
The Dad will be played by the Ex.
The Dumb Kid will be played by none other than The Kid.
Yesterday, my phone rings.
The Dad: Have you heard from the Boy?
Me: No. He should be at the orthodontist. I texted him this morning and reminded him about the time.
The Dad: I just called there and he's not there and he's not answering his phone.
Me: I'll kill him if he missed that appointment.
The Dad: I'm going home to check on him.
Me: Fine. Call me when you get there.
In the mean time I call the Kid. No answer. I text him, twice, no response. Now the rational person in me is saying that he is at the ortho's office, in the chair, and he can't answer the phone. The mother in me is freaking out and imagining that he's been run over by a car and bleeding on the side of the road somewhere in the 500 yards he had to walk to get to the ortho's office. *insert breathing into a paper bag here*
The Dad: He wasn't at home, I'm at the dentist now, he's here. He said he'd been here the whole time.
My phone chirps with a text...I'm at the orthodontist! Geez.
Me: Did you ask him why he didn't answer?!
Dumb Kid: What? My phone was off.
Mom: *face palm*
Dad: *throws hands into the air*