I am sitting in our front room. It is evening, the skies are cloudy and rain is coming our way. I have turned off the lights in the upper part of the house (a friend is encouraging all to turn off at least one unnecessary lights - decrease our dependence on fossil fuel - a very good thing).
Our daughter is texting away in the darkness. George is downstairs and our son is taking a bath.
Baths have become somewhat important in our 15 year old son's life. The bathroom provides wallowing in warm water and a place to have a really good conversation with himself.
I am not making fun of him. Really.
Sam just goes in, runs the water and pretty soon we hear talking. No one gets close enough to the door to make out what he is saying. That would be too much an invasion of privacy.
But there is definitely a convo going on.
I have to smile. It seems to be beneficial and more importantly, none of our business.
I love that boy.
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