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.”