Ironing in my high heels

What happened to ironing???

My son leaves tomorrow for HOBY---four days at TCU. It's the Hugh O'Brian Youth Leadership Conference throughout the state and it's here in our city---one sophomore from every high school. The dress is business casual. So, the conversation went this way:

Me: Britt, can I wash those khaki pants you wore to school today to take with you.
Britt: They are okay, Mom.
Me: Please.
Britt: Really. They are fine.

So...I gave up...an hour later...

Britt: Maybe you better wash them.
Me: (Secretly) - Whew!
Britt: But you cannot iron them.
Me: I promise I won't put a crease in them. I'll iron them flat.
Britt: Mother, kids today do not wear pants that have been ironed.
Me: Oh, please!
Britt: No, you cannot iron them. Boys from the 90's ironed their pants. This is the 00's.

I'm looking at the washed unironed pants. I want to iron them so badly. When did this happen??? I've had other boys in the 00's who let me iron their pants with no crease.
He wins. No ironing tonight. Can you imagine that I am begging to iron anything!!!

On another note, Bob and I went to get Bob's car fixed at the mall, and on the way, I got a call that I was supposed to be at the 4-H banquet tonight with Britt. No car. So, I walked back home to get another car. It was 80 degrees and five miles through fields. And you know what happened?? I walked on wildflowers. Every day I drive by these fields but can't see the tiny one-inch bouncing bets and Indian paintbrush and scarlet buglers and Texas bluebonnets and lamb's quarters and lady-of-the-nights and owl's clover and four o'clocks and
I was o v e r w h e l m e d under the painted landscape of the evening sky and pungent palette of wacky wildflowers underfoot. God so spoke to me.

I have given up ironing.
New hobby---planting wildflowers!