Convo.

Lots of talk.  Always lots of talk around this place.  Some of it cranky, some of it loving, some of it run-of-the-mill, some of it fabulous.  Like yesterday afternoon, when Henry and I had this discussion.

Henry: So, Mom, when I get older and when I get married.  Well, maybe I'll get married - you never know, right?
Me:  That's right.  You don't have to get married.  It's your choice.
Henry: Yeah, mom, I know.  Anyway, when I get married or older - whatever - then I think I'd like to stay living here in this house with you guys.
Me: Well, you sure can.  You can always stay here. But I think you'll probably change your mind when you're a little bit older.  You might want to move away from us.  But you could always come visit here - whenever you wanted and I'd always make you whatever you wanted to eat.
Henry: Why would you make me something to eat?
Me: Because that's what mom's do.
Henry: Oh, okay.  Whatever. So, anyway, I might not change my mind and I might want to stay here.  Okay?
Me: Absolutely.
Henry: And my kids might want to stay here too.  Okay?
Me: Okay.
Henry: Can I watch TV now?
Me: Yes.

The end.