As I’m preparing dinner, Devin (16) walks into the kitchen, roots through the fridge…. as he’s chugging a tall, cold glass of milk, he asks if there is any sparkling cider leftover from Mother’s Day Brunch.
Me: “No, you finished up the bottle that was open. We have more, but they’re for a special occasion.”
Devin: (already laughing at his own cheese) “But Mom, every day with you is a special occasion.”