This morning I had a conversation with my seven-year-old son."Mom, how long is college?"
"Four years," I replied.
"FOUR YEARS!" he said, eyes popping out.
"Yes, but you can come home on holidays."
"Valentine's Day?"
"Oh, well, no. I mean big holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas."
"I can't come home for Valentine's Day?" his eyes got bigger and more worried.
"Well sure you can come home for Valentine's Day if you want to, you can even come home every weekend if you want to..." I started to reply.
"Oh, good!"
"But I doubt you'll want to. You'll be a big college kid and you'll probably have parties and friends to hang out with on the weekends."
"What? No I won't!" he looked mortally wounded.
"Okay, okay. You can come home every weekend," I said, vowing to write this down so I can read it to him when he's eighteen.
