Plugged In

I may have lied to capture this photo. I found my camera in my bag with the battery case popped open. I said "Ut oh, that's not good" and took a few "test" photos to make sure it was still working. My son looked up once, and then ignored me.

My teenage son has a definite after school routine on nights when he knows we aren't going out. He comes home, changes immediately into pajama pants, grabs his iPod, the tv remotes, his Beats, and his X-Box controller, and drops into the recliner. I have seen him play a game, watch a video, and carry on a text conversation simultaneously, without missing a beat on any of them.

(Don't worry, he juggles chores, volunteering, music, exercise and highest honor roll in, too. No one ever believes that, because he looks so darn mellow. He is mellow. And ruthless about getting things done during their scheduled time, so he has his video game time. How can we argue?)