Kiddo off to get supply for school:
"While I'm at it, shall I also bring xyz cleaning detergent for the bathroom? We ran out of it."
Me: "Yeah, thanks."
Kiddo: "Do we actually have cleaning cloths? We always use sponges or the paper towels."
Me: "Have a look in the middle kitchen drawer."
Kiddo (came back with the cleaning cloth-thingies): "But those are nice ones. I mean those that you can make dirty."

Me ..... simply at a loss for words to explain the philosophy behind a cleaning cloth.

Jurassic Park 3. On TV.
Me: Oh gosh, again?
Kiddo: No, not again, you fell asleep during 1 and 2 and you didn't see 3 yet.
Me: All the same.
Kiddo: Go sleep.

I still love him. Truly. I do. Seriously.

Kiddo. Stretched out on the couch. Two important things running through his mind.
"The TV died. What's for dinner ?".

Uhm .......

6:30 am, kiddo philosophizing, more talking to himself than me:
I like the still hours of early morning.
Nobody to bug me, nobody talking to me, nobody I have to talk to .... just peace and quiet.
I like taking the bus that early. Nobody at the bus stop. Just me. And peace and quiet.
I like that.
Gonna be hot today. Up to 26° C. Now, THAT I don't like. Too hot. I don't like to sweat.
But. Mom! (now addressing me) Perfect weather for a walk later this afternoon. Wanna go? We can talk.

Me (all smiles): Sure, love.

I was away over night and not exactly just around the corner. No sweat - kiddo almost 16 and not yet in trashing-the-house-party-mode.
I prepared dinner to just heat and only thing I demanded was a fone call at night.

Kiddo (grave voice) : I'm in trouble and seriously sick.

Now .... only reason I didn't have a coronary was that I am used to his "tricks on me" since he was two (then actually really seriously sick).

Me: Okay, I love you, too.
Kiddo: See you tomorrow. Love you.
Me: Bye.

All good :-)

I bought these fun boccia soft-ball-thingies today. Took me about 2 hours to convince kiddo to try them out with me in the hallway. Finally he relented. Boy, did we have a ball !! He kept on throwing the balls back at me after each game. Had a field-day that I really can't catch. No big deal. Big laughs. He teased me. Threw all kinds of curves. We were in stitches. "Mom!!! You are sooooo bad !! I mean, I AM bad already. but jeeeeeeeeez ! You are seriously bad !!" All good. Until one of the balls hit my eye. Damn that hurt! All good. No serious harm. But kiddo all shattered. He held me in his arms and stroke my head while I was just switching between "ouch, ouch! ouch!!" and laughing my butt off. Gotta love this kid :-) Next game tomorrow ;-)

Kiddo and I were chatting last nite, watching the news, me online.
Kiddo: Oh, can I google something?
Me: Sure. What do you need?
Kiddo: Something for my history test. Russian Revolution.
Me: Go ahead.

He looked up several pages and started to give me a summary.
In ENGLISH.

Now, this is the kid that I tried to raise bilingually yet that has refused to speak English at home for the longest time.
And then he goes off, in English, about the Russian Revolution ????