Just Go With It

                    "Hey Mom, I didn't know Cal got glasses."  - Brett
                    "He didn't.  Why do you ask?" - Me
                    "He had them on at lunch today." - Brett
                    "Did you ask him why he was wearing glasses? - Me
                    "No, Mom, it's Cal.  I just go with it." - Brett

That last line just cracked me up.  If anyone would know Cal, it would be the person who shared a room with him for fourteen years and did everything with him for the first 12 years of Cal's life.  Brett was there when Cal at age 4 showed up to his seat after intermission with one of the concession signs.  When his Grandpa asked him what he was doing, Cal replied, "It said FREE!"  (He left out the fact that it was the popcorn that was free, not the sign.)

Brett was also there when Cal was in third grade and wore his hair slicked back with gel to look like his idol, Elvis Presely.  When Cal tried to pick up my Dad at my Grandma's funeral and they both fell to the ground in a loud thump, Brett was there to say what everyone was thinking, "Oh, it's just Cal and Grandpa."  He was also witness to the box incident - Cal and his buddies wore boxes on their heads to a middle school girls basketball game to support one of their friends (from the opposing school) whose last name was Box.

As Cal, wearing his NBA Denver Nuggets hat, led his team to a "Putters" chant on the practice green before the NLC golf match, Brett was there.  He can also vouch for Cal's after game basketball attire - tennis shoes without socks, basketball shorts and a sweater vest with nothing underneath.  So, wearing someone else's glasses at lunch just to see if the guy would notice shouldn't surprise Brett.  I'm glad to know that it didn't!