I loved my boy. He was sixteen and coming into his own personality. It looked like he was going to be closer to his mother in personality with just a ...it of my irreverence.I looked at him for a second and then grinned.“Who said it was last night?” I asked archly.That got another squeal from daughter and a red face from my boy.The rest of the morning went pretty much according to routine. My daughter was running five minutes late for everything from makeup application to bathroom use. My son was. Locking his my bike by the school gates, wiping the sweat off his forehead, he swapped his helmet that covered his man bun for his trademark beanie."Phew that was a good session", Edd said as he checked his smart watch for the distance travelled. He was a lot different from his past self in junior high when he'd always end up panting and sprawled over the floor when running away from all the trouble Ed and Eddy created. After a suggestion from his parents to start a sport to help his college. “Well that’s not going to work for me, you see, I and your father are have a berry special relationship” “But what about my mother” I said without thinking. She looks at me amused, as if I was here to entertain her. Her hand had reached my neck and was playfully crashing the bottom of my chin with one finger nail. “lysine” she began white a harsher tone that made me lysine to her every work like an obedient dog looking at his master “your father loves me, and he means a lot to me, he serves me. Bell had to say about the day, grab Winnie and Colleen, and head for home.We (Benjamin, Colleen and I) were playing with the babies in the family room when Mr. Bell walked in. He had that look he gets when things are not what he expected, so I knew something was wrong. He strode in, purposefully, sat down across from me and James, and got right to it."You," he said petulantly, "apparently gave our major league partners a coronary today. Your throwing prowess has gotten them so uptight they.