There is Hope

My son - my teenaged son, you know...the kind who slumps about in the exact same set of clothing day after day and would continue on until it fell from his body in rotting rags unless he were forced to change, the kind that, given a chance to speak to his grandmother on the phone abruptly regresses to caveman-like grunting...

He Cooked Dinner!! Cheerfully! By Himself!

True, it was 'only french toast' but There is Hope. Someday when my possible grandkids are all going "Daaaaad, we're huuuuuungry!" he can whip out a spatula and cry "Never fear! All is NOT lost just because mom isn't here, I can make FRENCH TOAST!"

*confetti*