So the kids and Tim and I were sitting around the table reminiscing. Dylan was marveling over what a good boy he had been. just the best kid ever. I reminded him of the time that I saw a Camaro tearing out of the country club (where he worked) to do a donut down the road in a deserted grocery store parking lot.
Having failed to notice his mother two cars back.
Dylan grinned a little, and tells me, 'if you knew half the stuff I did in that car...' I stared right back, and said, 'Stop talking, son. I remember the time I went with you to help you find the Employment Center in Jamestown. You were in there for quite a while, so I cleaned out that car. I found handfuls of change on the floor of the back seat, so I went to put them in your change holder, and found a box of condoms.'
Dylan: 'You should have been proud of my responsibility...'
even as Cara made gagging sounds.
'In this family,' she proclaimed, 'none of us have had sex.
Even Mom and Tim.'