The parents have one table. The teens have their own table. The parents are chatting and exchanging stories of our journey to raise these kids. The kids are exchanging stories and information about their fixations. There is another young lady in the group who is in love with aviation. She and Red talked back and forth for a long time, which was great because the first time we met...I don't think this girl said two words the whole time. In fact, her mother walks over to the table when she is ready to leave...her daughter was so busy talking to Red, she didn't even notice her mother standing there. Mom sat back down allowing her daughter continue socializing.
|This picture is from a Meetup over the summer|
We are enjoying the last of our cocktails after dinner when we turn to check on the teens who are sitting behind us. One teen is giving her mother the "I'm done" look. Another boy is actually laying his head face down on the table. I think he's asleep. They are done...and so are we.
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