I can’t remember what Luke was mad about this morning. And, I’m sure if I asked him, he wouldn’t remember, either.
But boy was he MAD. The yelling, screaming, stomping, saying-nasty-things kind of mad. I don’t think I helped the situation much, as when he told me he didn’t love me I told him I didn’t care. And when he told me he was going to rip of a piece of paper he thought was mine, I told him to go ahead.
And then he started talking about moving out.
“When I turn 18, he said, I’m moving away from here.”
“Nah. No you won’t,” I said (again helping the situation tremendously).
“Yes I will!” He said through clenched teeth. “On the day I turn 18, I’m going to have my celebration in the morning and then leave right after that!”
Hahahahahahahahaha. Isn’t that awesome? That’s my Lukie!
2 responses so far ↓
1 Greg // Oct 3, 2011 at 4:28 pm
and how many times did you make that threat Susan? Look at me, I joined the Navy a year before graduating from high school. That is how, I escaped.
2 Gwen // Oct 3, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Smart boy. Don’t leave home without first getting cake!
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