Shrug and grunt, that is about the extent of my conversations with the boy these days. I know that he still loves me but sometimes the only way he shows it is to fart or pretend like he is going to punch me in the arm. I'll take what I can get.
I was sitting on the bed typing away on my computer and the boy flopped down next to me. Nothing was said. It's just his way. If it had been Anna when she was almost 17, her mouth would have been complaining non-stop about someone.
So I decide to start a conversation...................................
DJ-Grunt(I took it for "what.")
Me-"Who do you love more, me or dad?"
DJ-Grunt(I took it as, "I'm not walking into this trap.")
Me-"Who do you love more, me or Grandma?"
DJ-Now he starts to laugh. "Well Grandma, who doesn't love her most?"
Me-Now I'm laughing(everyone loves my Mother in Law the most. She is the kindest soul I have ever met. And to be honest, I like her more than DJ)"Who do you love more, Dad or Papa?"
DJ-really laughing. "I don't like either, they pick on me!"
Me-Laughing because they really do tease him. "So you love Grandma the most out of everyone?"
DJ-Still laughing. "No, I love me the most, then Grandma."
Ahhhhh, life with a teenage boy. And by the way, that conversation was mostly sarcasm. I'm ok with him loving his Grandmother the most too. We are all lucky to have her. If you met her, she would be your favorite too.