Kid: Well, I guess this is it, huh?
Mom: Our baby boy, going to college. You know I remember when you couldn’t even walk–
Kid: Mom, I know.
(Mom kisses boy a bunch on the cheek.)
Kid: (laughing) Quit it.
Dad: And you know your old man will miss you.
Kid: (hugging Dad) I’ll miss you too Pop.
Dad: Now let’s grab your bags so you can get going before you make me cry.
Kid: C’mon Dad, I’m not a kid anymore! I don’t need you to baby me.
Dad: Alright, alright. Hands off! I get it. You have your bags, right?
Kid: Ugh, this is one thing I’m not gonna miss. (shares a smirk with Mom)
Dad: But you’ve packed belongings and everything?
Kid: I’m 18 years old dad. I’m going to be just fine.
Mom: Dave, you’re worrying again! Just let him grow up.
Dad: You’re going to need clothing and other amenities to survive at school. I just need you to confirm for me that you know that.
Kid: Look, Dad. I get it. You’re an empty nester now and that’s weird. But I’m gonna come home all the time. Every other weekend. How does that sound?
Mom: (squealing) Oh that would be so wonderful.
Dad: Obviously that sounds great but please just say out loud that you have some items you’re bringing to college.
Kid: (angry) You know what? You never understood me. I’m glad I’m leaving.
Mom: (to Dad) David. Say something!
Dad: Jesus Christ you’re taking a car right? Please say you were going to drive a car there.
Kid: Whatever.
Dad: Tell me you weren’t just gonna walk with no belongings all the way to Louisiana?
Kid: I never want to talk to you again. I’m leaving.
(He turns around and starts walking down the street.)
Dad: (yelling) It’s gonna take you like 2 weeks!
Mom: (crying) Let him go. Just let him go.
Dad: He’s going north, that’s the wrong way.
Mom: I have a feeling our little man will be just fine.
