Brendie
Katie had a friend over the other day and we all ended up at the island in our kitchen. Bob, me, Connor, Brendan, Keera, Katie and Becca. It was the day before or after Bredan's birthday and someone said something about his birthday. Becca said, "You are 18? If I turned 18 I would be out of here and up in Canada or something. I mean, not this house but my house." (I don't think there is anything wrong with her house..I think it was a 14 year old adolescent, being an adolescent.) Brendie turns to me, gives me this big hug and says something like, "Nahhhh, I'm not leaving, I love my mom", in a teasing like voice. Of course we all know he isn't truly leaving because we provide food, shelter, etc.; however, it was so sweet and I think there is some truth to it that he and I have an okay relationship. If we didn't, he probably would be out of here. (Wait....does above the garage count as out of here because he keeps pushing for us to finish that for him. I think it counts as still here, but out of the vicinity of family.)
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