Last night, on the way home from church, The Affectionate One informed me that she was ready to "be at the bus stop with my brother by myself."
"Yes, Mommy. You stand at the window by the front door. That's it. Not at the driveway with us."
I was torn. I wanted to honor her
So, I did the only thing a sane mother could do: I invented an excuse to be there. I walked right up that driveway with our Netflix dvd that needed to be returned intending to extend my stay after placing it in the mailbox.
The Affectionate One must've seen through my ruse because she cut me off at the pass. "I'll put it in, Mom. Go back to the window, please."
Sigh . . . at least she was polite about it.