Last night Matthew and I were sitting in the living room and randomly, out of the blue, this is the coversation we had:
Matthew: "Mom, you can still keep me when I am old?"
Me: "Of course honey, I'll keep you forever because I love you."
Matthew: "But you keep me when I'm old"
Me: "Yes honey, I'll keep you when you're old."
Matthew: "But I just farted!"
Just when I was figuring out the terms of our contract and agreeing to them, he changed the rules. I guess I'm still bound by contract, even though there may be gas involved. Raising a boy is nothing like growing up with a sister. Boys are a different breed!
