We ran into a friend from work at Target today. It was a bit of a challenge to shop and catch up, but the three of us veteran multitaskers managed nicely, even separating and then reuniting in the checkout line for the last little chat.
Of course the conversation turned to summer activities, and for us that report always includes Josh. "I just don't get it," our friend said. "How can his mom let him go?"
We get that a lot. Our history with Josh is sort of complicated, but really? Lots of parents part with their kids for extended lengths of time for many reasons: boarding school, camp, etc. Such separation always has its pros and cons, and I'm not a parent, but why judge?
Tonight I asked Josh if he missed home and he said, "Not really, it hasn't been THAT long. Besides, I needed a break. They were really starting to bug me."
I was curious. "What were they doing to bother you?" I asked.
"Well, my brother and sister are probably the most annoying people on the planet."
"They're little," I said. "What can you do?" Then I added, "When you were that little, people put up with you."
"I know," he conceded.
"Wait, I take that back," I said. "When you were little, we passed you around like a hot potato, and I guess we still do," I laughed.
"Yup," he answered, but he definitely smiled.
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