Straight Talk

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Let me set the scene.
It's 10pm.
Laying outside staring up at the giant sky.
Counting satellites.
Brian Eno in the background.
We are savoring the last days of our 6 week holiday on this gem of a lake, in the high Sierra's.
My husband has traveled home and back, but a very good portion of our stay has been...
Kid One.
Kid Two.
And Me.

Starved for some adult conversation, I've found myself chatting up the check-out lady at the market.
She politely asks how I am.
I, pathetically, go into a monologue of my life.
I cringe at my recolection...ugh.


Back to the starry night.

Kid One begins timidly,
"Ummm...please don't take offense to what I'm going to say."
Oy.

"I can't wait to go back to school."

I coax him on..."Oh yeah..."

He goes on to say that while the company of myself and his little brother has "been great and all", he is starved for teenage conversation.

He looked to me, cautiously, for my reaction.

Here's what he got:
"Oh my GOD!!! I know, right??! Amen to THAT!!"
Then I double high fived him.

He laughed so hard, he snorted.
Good talk, Son.

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