Mom, he says, with a contemplative look in his eye. I've had an epiphany.
Alarm bells start going off in the back of my brain. I don't like surprises, and epiphanies definitely qualify as surprises. I just never know what he's going to say when he gets that...look. I decide to tread gently, just in case I need to hide the knives, because I'll never forget his "epiphany" when he decided my chef's knife should be used for everything (resulting in stitches).
An epiphany?
Yes. I really am a geek. I ... belong ... with the geeks.
Ahh, another proud mom moment. I do love that boy.
