While I'm in the bathtub, Ethan walks in, very weepy . . .
Ethan: Mom, if I have to give my life to save one of you guys,
will you pray for me every night???
Me: (where the hell did he come up with that?!)
Of course we would, Ethan! But, I would never let that
happen to begin with! I will always keep you safe . . .
(blah, blah, blah . . . I go on to say all the things moms are
supposed to say at times like these . . . )
Ethan: (happy again)
Are you done talking now???
Me: Well . . . are you done listening now???
And off he goes, as happy as he can be . . . and I'm left wondering if I just happened to say the exact right things or is this a bipolar swing???