The Joy Of Boys

Last night while we were cooking dinner, my teenage son comes in and reaches for a drink. He struggles with it.

“Baby, you need me to help?”

“Nah, Ma, I got it.” He struggles for a few more minutes.

“Really, I can get it.”

“Mom, I am a man. I can do it.” He keeps struggling and struggling and struggling. Finally, he looks at me. “Stupid, childproof locks. Here, Mom, you open it.”

I pop the top and wink. “You loosened it.”

“You doggone right I did. I’m the man.”

I love my kids :)