A Good Night Gone Bad

Tuesday night dinner. Homework is done. Report due Friday that caused much heartache over the weekend is done. Everybody is eating the food I cooked without drama. It’s a good night. Then…

“Mom, you’re definitely not hot,” said the 10-year old out of nowhere.

“Not good,” my grinning husband lowered his voice.

“Well, you used to be hot,” the 10-year old tried to recover. “But now you’re too old.”

“Digging yourself into a hole, dude.”

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One thought on “A Good Night Gone Bad

  1. My 11 year old likes to point out my gray hairs and then offers to pluck them out for me…boys.

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