About a week ago, we woke up to a dusting of snow. When I left for work, it seems the teenager had some time to kill while waiting for the schoolbus.
That evening, we had this conversation:
DangerBoy: Did you see my note this morning?
Me: There was a note?
Him: Yeah, in the snow.
Me: “LUV U GUYS”? Nope.
Me: Thanks for signing it, tho. I might not have realized who it was from.
Him: Wait. Sarcasm, right? You’re lucky I didn’t draw a penis.
This morning, we awoke to another dusting. And, as promised, DangerBoy left his mark once again. He might not have signed it, but I recognize the attitude (and artwork) anywhere.