Feelin' the Love!

How an eighteen year old boy tells his mom he loves her.

I know you guessed he simply says "I love you, mom." No. Never. Ever. EVER.

Did you guess he hugs her? No. Never. Ever. EVER.

Sends her a lovely card? Does the dishes for her? Cleans the house? Does the laundry? Turns off the lights when he leaves the room? Closes the front door so the dogs don't escape? No. Never. Ever. EVER.

Lets her watch her tv shows? Listen to her music in the car? Doesn't roll his eyes and throw himself on the floor in the grips of phantom pain when he hears what is for dinner? No. Never. Ever. EVER.

Comments on what an excellent driver she is? How nice she looks today? How sorry he is that her drivers license photo is the MOST UNATTRACTIVE PHOTO IN THE ENTIRE WORLD? That she is an superb parker? No. Never. Ever. EVER.

Nope, the way you tell when an eighteen year old loves you . . . .

Is when he says please, OH PLEASE, don't volunteer at the animal shelter because their waiver form says they won't let you sue when you get rabies.

Yep, I am feelin' the love.