Yesterday night about 10 pm my husband and I were sitting on our bed talking when we heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said.
The door was flung open and my 15-year-old son came in, fell facedown into our bed and mourned into the blankets, “I’m all by myself!” His sister had abandoned him and gone to bed.
My husband and I started singing, “All by myself…!!!!” (a sad and lonely song).
Our poor, neglected son. We kicked him out to finish our conversation. He backed out of the door, looking at us with Bambi eyes.
Albert said, “I wonder where he gets that from?”
I said, “I used to hate being alone when I was a kid.”
Albert said, “Your genes!!!!!”
I guess you never grow out of it. Even now I am always happier when there is someone else around. But I sure love having a teenage son who loves being with his parents! What a blessing! 🙂
(Albert later went down and the two of them had a happy time blowing up aliens. All was well.)