My Homebody

Last night, at dinner, we were all discussing school and the progression through all of the different grades.  When we got to College, my husband said, "One of the cool things about College is that you get to live there!"  Sorrow and fear washed over E's face as he said, "Why?" with tears in his eyes.  He got out of his chair and buried his face in my neck and started sobbing.  When he composed himself enough to speak he said, "I am NOT going to go to College."

I love my little homebody.  He can live with me forever as far as I am concerned.  However, I have a sneaky suspicion that he might change his mind when he graduates from High school.  And then, I will sneak into his suitcase and go with him.  Because I don't want to let him go.