I pass the office where my blonde boy is sitting at the computer, talking to himself.
“Why did I agree to take on so much?” he says with head in hands.
I backup, walk in the room and ask,
“Baby, what did you agree to take on?”
He looks up with red eyes.
“Well,” he begins, “Ya see, our literature small groups each have to act out a chapter of Tom Sawyer, and some people in my group don’t understand the book’s country way of talking. I do, ya know, cuz you kinda talk that way and I’m your kid. So, I talk that way sometimes, too.”
I smile wide and encourage him to continue.
Will you continue reading over at Sharon’s place?