So, yesterday was Andrew’s sixteenth birthday. As we were driving to dinner, I overhear this conversation between him and his sister.
Kyra: Andrew! Promise me you’ll get married someday!
Andrew: ?????? Why?
Kyra: I don’t want you to die alone!
Andrew: ????? Uh, okay.
Kyra: And I’ll make sure you’re buried next to your wife! And I’ll visit your grave every week!
Andrew: ?????????
Kyra: And be sure to have kids!
Andrew: Mom …
Yeah. Not really sure what that was all about. Of course, it’s not every day your brother turns sixteen. But then we arrived at the pizza place and that seemed to make everything all right.
Writing Wrongs 
I forgot to breathe for a moment when I read that Andrew turned 16! Why does 16 sound so much more grown up than 13, or even 15?
As always, though, cracking up at Kyra. 🙂
I know. Not only is he sixteen, he’s now about two inches taller than I am! It’s freaky weird.