“Mom, you say the worst things! You’re awful!” Loren said this to me on our drive home yesterday from camping as Devon slumbered in the back seat. We had been discussing some of his school mates who are sort of in the monster truck/back country wheeling scene, a group so foreign to me that I don’t even know the correct name for that sort activity. He said he thought it looked like fun and I couldn’t help but ask, “Sure, but doesn’t it just seem a bit odd to make your truck so big? Like maybe you are overcompensating in that department because something else you have is too small?” That stopped him cold in his words and he sputtered out the above statement. I thought for a moment, worried that perhaps my son might be on to the true inner me and then tossed that thought out the window and countered with, “No, I’m really not. I just say the things other people want to but keep to themselves. Either that or I blog about it.” Loren laughed and then added, “Yes, but I think that’s what decent people do, Mom, they keep it quiet.”
He drives me nuts with his drama and his almost total lack of academic drive but I like his wit. Sometimes I glance the adult Loren will one day beome and I look forward to spending time with that person.
