As the mother of two (noncommunicative) teenage boys, I spend a lot of time honing my inferencing skills. Take yesterday, for instance.
"You are going to get an attendance call about math class," says my son in an after school phone call. "But I really didn't miss. I was just late because I was in the dean's getting searched."
"You were in the dean's getting searched??? FOR WHAT?"
"Because of the bomb thing."
"Because of the BOMB THING?"
"Yeah, you know the bomb thing from yesterday?" (OK, this, I do know about because there was an automated phone call from the school).
"Yeah, they searched everybody. And I had to go to the dean to get my backpack searched."
"Really? WHY? Do they think YOU are involved in the bomb thing?"
My son is indignant. "NO. Of course not. I'm trying to play football."
"Well then why did you have to go to the dean and be searched?"
"I don't know. But a bunch of people did. And I was late to math. And you are going to get a call. OK, I gotta go."
And with that, he hangs up. I call to talk to other son. Yes, he was searched too. No he didn't have to go to the dean. Yes, some kids did have to go to the dean to be searched. No, he doesn't know why his brother was one of them.
I guess I will be calling the dean…