notes on a wayward son

I wanted to be mad when he told me he had ate my two deep-friend sugar donuts when he came home drunk last night.

But….

He told me while I was riding the high of watching him sign up for his high school diploma program at our local adult school.

So I sighed and said it was okay.

Later, he returned home from the store with my favorite candy because he could tell I was stressed out.

This is how this child keeps alive: Timing and generosity keep Grace on his side.

Also, I have too much sugar in my diet.