That sounds so sweet, I miss my big hulking 14 yr old being a little one. We did so many fun things like that when he was little. He helps me to get through this like your S does for you.
I also think why I should have to not talk about what he has done to us, but then I realize that there is time for that in the future. Maybe when he is seventy, I will sock him in the eye.
I have, however made some comments at times, like last night, we were sitting at the table talking, and the subject of prostitutes came up and H tried to figure out a name for something, and S said mistress? I said no, that's when a man has someone, a wh*re on the side. H got kinda quiet after that for awhile. There is no doubt what I think ow is. I mean we watch the Sopranos, and Tony is always sleeping with some wh*re, and the wives and even the housekeeper call them that. And H hears this, so he can't doubt what a decent woman thinks of women like that. I think though I will let a little time go by before I say something like that again. Tonight is Sopranos night on A&E, and I will just let H watch it without comment on Tony's latest puttana.
