what matters

This morning I picked up Blake from his mid-week overnight at Casa Nova. He always seems tired on Thursdays, but today more so than usual. I tried to get him to talk about it when we got to my parents'.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah." Disinterested sigh.

"Poor guy." I unbuckled his seatbelt.

"It doesn't matter," he returned stoically as we looked for his schoolbag.

"Why?"

"Mommy. It doesn't matter if I'm tired." He struggled out of the car. "What matters is that I get out of the car before you get angry." And without looking back, he slouched into the house.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 2/03/2010 05:27:00 p.m.