So, it’s mostly really great having Doran back. It will be greater once he starts working (which is supposed to be this Sunday, yay!) We had a bit of a hairy time, though, since he wasn’t really doing much of anything since he came back from the ill-fated and short-lived Marine adventure. Things got tense between him and me after a while and we had a serious discussion a couple of weekends ago. He pledged to be more diligent about looking for work and to do more around the house, and asked me to leave him notes of things I'd like him to do. He meant it, I’m sure, but he’s still 18 years old and he’s still Doran, as the following story illustrates (apologies to those seeing it twice):( Collapse )
So, how many 18-year-old boys does it take to change a light bulb?
P.S. I mostly find this funny, but when I think back to my 18-year-old self I’m kind of appalled at the comparison and worry that he’ll just never grow up. So it was reassuring when I told this story to a friend of mine – a perfectly functional middle-aged woman with a PhD, a good job, and a family. She said that when she was 18 she would have behaved just like Doran in every particular, except... she would have lied to her mother and said she lost the sample bulb rather than admit having thrown it out.