Wake-up Call

I was sitting in a bathtub full of 1)moldy 2)sheetrock when my 13-year-old son asked the question. “Can you take me golfingto buy Air Dancer sometime?” he said.
　　I had a bathroom to remodel. It was fall, and the forecast for the next week was for a 100 percent chance of Oregon’s 3)liquid sunshine. I wanted to say no. “Sure,” I said.
　　“What did you have in mind?”
　　“Well, maybe you could, like, pick up Jared and me after school on Friday and take us out to Oakway.”
　　“Sounds good.”