You guys are too funny. I used to say I never worried about someone kidnapping my son. It would be a toss-up between whether he would be more trouble than it was worth or his ability to talk his way out of anything at a very young age. It was interesting to say the least dealing with a kid who was like an adult when he was only a toddler. My husband and I would be attempting to "manage" a situation and halfway through we'd just end up looking at each with this look of "what the heck do you do or say to that?!?" Lol
Anyway, call it mother's intuition, but I must have felt something was amiss today to go off on this tangent. My son just came in and said he got a place of his own and will be moving out. No huge surprise, it's been a year and at least he will still be local compared to his last move 10 hours away. So it's NOTHING but one of those moments - feel a little melancholy or jump for joy? I think the pendulum is swinging toward jump for joy on this one.......Hubby and I have been feeling like we need our privacy back. So
