Amazing, isn't it? My nineteen year old has even agreed to go on a family vacation with us--I mean it- even being seen in public with his parents and younger brother.
Imagine someone 6'4" folding himself into the family station wagon. (It tore them up to see me cry last month. I am just not a weeper, except for sentimental movies.) They like to make fun of my "cackle". I laugh as though I am laying an egg.
