Yesterday, Max came home from school with this lovely doily. I found it in his backpack after he'd gone to sleep.
Among the stuff that rates higher than me on his list of beloved things:
1) Mac 'n cheese
No, let me correct that. I did not make it onto the list at all, although it would have been challenging to squeeze me in beneath "pizza."
I am not surprised that three out of five items are foods, because Max loves to eat. Loooooves.
Granted, fire trucks and Jamaica did not make it onto the list, either. So I am in good company.
Maybe it is teen boy-ish to be above declaring your love for your mom? On a doily?
When he woke up this morning, I asked what was up with the doily. He explained it's because of his upcoming move to Jamaica with Dave and Ben. As in, he is preemptively distancing himself from me.