Sitting at the table eating breakfast and the bacon was a little over done. Bookzilla, 15, said that the bacon was a too hard and she liked it a little more chewy. I started talking about how each brand of bacon was different and sometimes it went from being really limp to hard in an instant. I was looking more at JMan, 12, than Bookzilla and his eyes tightened mischievously. JMan made eye contact with Bookzilla and he had a hard time keeping from breaking into a giggle.
I tried to keep control of the situation. I told him that it was five more years until he graduated from high school and I certainly hoped that he would be able to restrain the impulse to find sexual innuendo in everything that was said. I attempted to keep a measured tone in my delivery, but the last of it was said over a growing cackle of laughter by both of them. I tried to keep my composure, but I was undone and joined them.
How can I complain when he is me when I was younger?