When I dropped Ron off at high school this morning, I pulled past the door so other cars could queue behind me. At least, I thought that was my reasoning. Apparently, I had a hidden motive.
"Geesh, Mom, why did you pull up so far, just to irritate me?" Door slam.
"I love you, too, son and have a great day," I responded to the empty seat.
He's in Day 2 of his graduate qualifying exam. Think he's stressed?