Well since the last installment, we’ve added a teenager to the household. We can tell because you can never find the phone. The Boys rarely use the phone except to talk to their Mom, and then it’s easy to find, just follow the sounds or rather screams of “No, I want to talk first”.
With a teenager it’s totally different. You see the base of the phone but no phone. So first you look for the teenager, pretty easy if it’s before Noon. He’s still in bed. If it’s after Noon then first you check the bathroom. The time they spend in there is unnatural, how can it take 90 minutes to get ready for the day. Maybe it because he’s doing everything one-handed. The first time I saw him without the phone attached to his head, I didn’t recognize him. * “Who are you and what are…oh it’s you.” *
There is one good thing about that. I’m now sure he can communicate. I think if he ever strings more than three words together in my presence, I’ll go into shock. We were making plans to go school shopping. So so want me to take you shopping, or should I just give you some money? From him a non-commital grunt. About the only time I can get an clear answer out of him is if he’s hungry. Oh well.
It’s 85 degrees clear and sunny, it’s been this way most of the last week. I tell you that to put the following into context. Stuffy2 and Chris just walked by me, while I was setting up the BBQ pit. They’re soaking wet and covered with mud. I aint asking. More later.
