After a six weeks break, I am exercising my writing muscles again and taking part in the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Story Challenge.
My college graduated son comes down the stairs, running his hair though his mussed-up hair and announces, "I think I have a stye in my eye for the first time in a long time."
I smile, grateful to have him home for the weekend, and tease, "Have you been peeing in the road?"
He avoids my gaze, walks into the kitchen, and stifles a giggle.