A Glimpse of the Teenage Years

Here's the scene: I'm in the kitchen making dinner. It is Sunday night, and time for The Children to get here (this was a weekend they spent with their mom and step-dad).

I hear the car in the driveway.

I hear a car door slam, a second door slam, some bickering that I cannot quite make out.

The back screen door slams. And again.

I see a flash of movement in the hallway towards the bedrooms, and hear another door close.

An other flash of movement in the doorway to the office.

I say (to apparently no one) "Hello!"

And then, to The Mr, "Well, I guess The Children are here."

And they aren't even teenagers yet. Heaven help us all when that comes.



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