Tonight I had a really nice conversation with both my parents. I shared some mature, insightful and self-aware thoughts and, in turn, they said lots of equally intriguing and meaningful things. I reflected on their words at length between bites of my long-overdue dinner after a late night at the office. For more than an hour, Mom, Dad & I discussed our jobs and politics and family and my mother’s recent foray into Facebook and — in what may be a phone-home first — no one even mentioned the weather. It was all so content-rich and grown-up, I almost had to pinch myself.
…Did I mention that dinner was 2 glasses of wine and a handful of Cadbury mini-eggs?
Shut the fuck up, I’m totally an adult.
