This is where it starts to get a little explicit and mature. DO NOT read if that is not your thing...or, if you know me personally and you don't want to know these things. :)

Entry 14:

I walk through the door, headset on, my mother's voice in my ear and you pop your head around the corner, surprising me.

"I guess you took another day off work?"

"Do you want to play with your new toy?" you ask with a mischievous smile.

"Um...yeah in a bit. Hey, mom, I've got to go."

"Do you want some 'help'?" you ask with a hopeful smile.

"No, not really," I answer cooly.

You look shocked. And disappointed. Finally, I think, you know how I feel all the time.

"I bought you batteries!" It takes only seconds for your boyish eagerness to return.

I walk into the bedroom to change and I have to laugh at the array of batteries spread across the bed. You have bought every style and size for my toys. Even I have to admit, that's pretty funny.

Later, I do play. And no, I do not invite you to join.