Back At Work
Adam is back in school. I was worried about driving him away by being sick, but Saturday, Bob was out and I was lying down and I got a phone call. Adam knocked and brought me the phone and there I am in bed, no hat, wisps of hair like some demented and ancient creature stuttering, 'Give me a minute,' but he doesn't.
He waited while I took the phone call and then plopped down on the edge of the bed. He just wanted to talk about his dad. He wanted to know if his dad was unusually distracted or if Bob was always like this and Adam just never noticed. Well, Bob can be distracted but he has been worse lately (holidays, me sick, everythign topsy-turvy) and I told Adam that he wasn't the only one who had noticed. We talked for awhile and then Adam wandered off to get farther on Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. Adam is very much not a touchy kid--I would say he has spontaneously hugged me maybe half a dozen times and most of those were when he was eight or nine. But as he walked out in the garage to leave for college Sunday, he turned around and held out his arms and walked back and said, 'Hug.' And gave me a big hug.
I am always underestimating him. Does everyone underestimate their kids?