OK, H took son to the doctor's this morning for his 3 year check up and they just got home. He came in quiet, wouldn't meet my eye.
I asked if son was healthy and it was like I had let him off the hook. I got an in depth commentary about their entire morning, starting with going to the bakery for bread to lunch with his mother. He was talking so fast that I could barely keep up with what he was saying, much less get a word in.
Now he's gone to fill a perscription. Out the door like lightening.
I have to chortle. I'm sorry, but it feels good to see him two stepping to stay out of a serious discussion. At least I know that I'm not alone with being scared to death. And, it might be hopeful, but the fact that he's scared means that he does care, doesn't it? If he really didn't give a hoot, he would have acted as if there had been no email, right?
