Last week I received a call from a senior swimmer. He was a charming mix of awkwardness and politeness. "Um, is this Mrs. Glynn? Can you talk somewhere where Aidan can't hear?" Oh, gawd, what did he do?
"Well, um, next weekend, um, we are going to kidnap all the freshmen at like 5:30 or 6:00 in the morning. Do you think you can, like, um, maybe leave a door unlocked?"
Visions of masked marauders entering my home, the dogs going berserk. Hefty seniors dragging an underwear-clad Aidan from his bed with a pillowcase over his head, struggling and screaming.
"And, um, Mrs. Glynn? Maybe if you could put together a bag with clothes and shoes for him?" And his cell phone, money, and maybe a weapon.....
"OK, well, here's my phone number in case you need to call me." And then the comforting phone call from his mother, 20 minutes later, to confirm our address.
Needless to say, sleep was not my friend at 5:30 this morning, so we got up to await the intruders. Several cars pulled up to the curb and 3 figures hurried through the darkness to our door. I let them in, they politely removed their shoes, quietly greeting me good morning. They had masks for themselves, and a blind-fold for Aidan. Given that two of them were girls, we relaxed a little.
I didn't follow upstairs, not wanting to appear to be the dreaded helicopter mommy. But I'm pretty sure I qualify anyway, as I was snapping photos as they came down. Only the fact that Aidan was blind-folded allowed me to do this. For all he knows, it was other kids taking pictures. I made sure to keep quiet, so he wouldn't even know I was witness to his abduction.
They kept him out about four hours. Driving around getting other kids, going out to breakfast, and then team-building activities.
While Aidan already has a pretty nice group of well-rounded kids as friends, I'm glad he's got this new group too. A mix of all ages, and kids that "get" the swimming thing. Now, if we can just navigate homecoming, and the grades, it's going to be a good year.
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