Day 74: Mom Talk

My son is at the age where he would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached. He’s managed to lose jackets, shoes, and at least one phone. I spent a good chunk of my afternoon talking to my mother about it and I asked if I was that bad at that age. Her response was…

“Yes, you were. He’s just as much of an airhead.”

I would have been offended, but this is my mother and I needed the perspective. That’s what I get for asking dumb questions.