The Kids Are Home For Thanksgiving
I woke up Tuesday morning to my son sprawled on the couch. He slept there with the TV on last night.
I'm not sure why he chooses the couch when he's home. He still has a bed here, after all.
It's a mystery.
While he tried to doze some more, his younger sister knocked around the kitchen, looking for something to eat and heating water for tea after raiding my closet for a warm flannel shirt.
She's got her own flannels. I bought them for her so she'd stop wearing mine. But when she's home, she forgoes them in favor of dad flannel to ward off the chill of the season.
I'm not sure why.
The kids are home from college for the Thanksgiving break.
And I have questions.