My Turn

I guess I shouldn’t have expressed such enjoyment over David’s *show* the other day because on Saturday morning I got a little taste of mortification myself. Our *other son*, Daniel has recently moved back in to our guest house. I knew that he and Chris had been out really late the night before so I didn’t expect to see either of them before noon. At about 9:30 a.m., David and I were in the kitchen making our tea and coffee when all of a sudden, there was Daniel. Neither of us heard him come in the front door but there he was. And there I was in my little black nightie. He didn’t bat an eye but I quickly excused myself with a mumbled “Uh, hello, uh… guess I’ll go get a robe.” Like I said, he didn’t act at all embarrassed about it (hope I didn’t warp the poor kid) and it could have been a whole lot worse if he had come over a bit earlier. I think we will need to start locking the front door — or make the boys wear bells around their necks.