Tuesday, October 26, 2010

From the Mouths of Teens

Corrie the Wonder Mutt was hanging out in her favorite spot, atop the couch in Eldest's mole hole. I came down to finish the laundry, but I couldn't resist petting my favorite baby. That is typically Eldest's cue to pause the latest gore on Xbox 360 and join in a pet fest.

"I can't believe I'm going to be 14 next week! 14!" he said.

Sniff, sniff. That's all I could manage.

"How old will Corrie be when I go to college?" he asked. "She'll be nine, right?"

"She'll still be my baby. My last baby," I said.

Sniff, sniff. Is what I added.

"Mom, let me give you some advice. You're always giving me advice. I've got some for you. 'It is how it is.' No, I'm not your baby, but I'm still me," he said. "And we'll still have lots of good times."

"And I'll always be able to see you as you were. And we'll just keep going forward."

"I love you, Mom," he said.

"I love you, too."


cjm said...

Oh, Lord. This should have a warning for pregnant ladies. He's a good one...

Michele R said...

sniff, sniff. How sweet that he said that. You have a good mix of female-ness and male-ness in your house.

Tara R. said...

Don't listen to him, he will ALWAYS be your baby.

TC said...

That picture's from just last week, right?


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