In all reality, it should come as no surprise my son is talkative. He DOES have me for a mother.
But THIS kid NEVER STOPS TALKING. It's becoming worse and worse. The only way I can quiet my house, is to send him outside.
Bad mother.
Instead of keeping him grounded because of his poor attitude lately, I choose the sweet sounds of silence.
Instead of teaching him a lesson, I give myself the gift of no mortal combat between my sons.
Until the sun starts to set, and he needs to come in for the night.
Welcome World War III.
And then I look wistfully at Andy's hearing aids, and think, "YOU LUCKY FUCKER. Half-deaf and you STILL manage to come out the winner."
