Shame on me
My son put me in my place this weekend.
Here’s the scenario: We’re home Friday night and looking up something on the computer. The phone rings and I let the answering machine pick up. It’s my mom, and she starts to leave a message. I tell my son, it’s your grandma. We’ll call her back later. Then comes the comment from my son: “Can I do that to you when you’re old, dad?”
I guess sometimes I get caught up in being a dad and forget that I’m a son also. Needless to say, I picked up the phone and talked to my mom, as did my son. I owe him a debt of gratitude for setting me straight.
He’s a good kid. I hope he’ll always take my call.