Amos: “There are lines you don’t cross. Everybody knows that.”
Me, suddenly curious at this insight into the 15-year-old male mind: “Yes, but what are those lines? Like, what are some of your lines?”
Amos: “Lines, Mom. Everybody knows them. You don’t have to explain them.”
Me: “Like, if you knock a guy down on the football field, you don’t run over and kick him in the nuts? Like, that’s a line you don’t cross?”
Amos: “Oh, no, you DEFINITELY run back and kick him in the nuts. You gotta do that.”
Me, momentarily baffled. Enlightenment dawns. “But if you knock a guy down on the football field, you don’t run over and kick his MOM in the nuts! That’s the line you don’t cross!”
Amos, patting my shoulder while eating his third turkey sandwich for lunch: “You’re getting it, Mom. You’re getting it.”
- Katie
Redbud Drive 