"Relax Mom," he said.
"Go do something for yourself Mom," he insisted.
"You work so hard Mom," he said.
"I'll make you lunch Mom," he added.
Then he politely asked me to leave the kitchen so I did.
He called me up some time later and had me sit at our table. Then my son served me, one course at a time, the most beautifully prepared food, presented with finesse only a fourteen-year-old boy could conjure up.
I love this kid.
