|long limbs sprawled across couches: a portrait of adolescence.|
|give a boy a screen and he won't move for the whole morning.|
I'm thankful for these great kids, for their common sense and intelligence and fantastic logic. Two days ago on our way to school and I reminded them I'd pick them up early because we had an appointment to process our passports.
Team Testosterone: We should go to Paris for vacation!
Me: Okay. Why Paris?
Team Testosterone: Because they just got attacked, so statistically the odds are they're not going to be attacked twice. Plus, since they got attacked, security is tighter than ever so it's probably safer than ever.
Me: Good point.
Team Testosterone: And we bet a lot of people won't go there now because they're scared, so we'd probably get a great deal. Like half-price.
Me: You're probably right.
Team Testosterone: Is the Eiffel Tower open? We'd really like to see that.
I dropped them off feeling pretty proud some of me has rubbed off on them. My offspring. I thank God for the gift of them every day.