So I interrupted my packing, and we went to Peter's play at his school. Before we found him, some girls from his class accosted me.
"Hey, you look dapper!"
"Why, thank you."
"Are you Peter's mom?"
"Yes, I am."
"You're Russian! That's the only thing I know about you."
"Yeah, I'm a KGB agent."
"Hey, Peter! Your mom is here! She's so pretty! How did you turn out like that??"
Peter was mortified for a second.
"I found him in a cabbage patch," I said. Which mortified him even more.
The hard life of being a parent to a 13-year-old.