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 :)