Tonight, before bed, I mentioned to Asher that in a few years, he can have his own room downstairs. (We have a small guest quarters downstairs with a separate entrance. I am nervous for the boys to have their room downstairs because we live in a densely populated neighborhood…. so the boys share a room upstairs next to our bedroom).
I thought he would be excited.
"NO WAY!" he said. "Only teenagers who drink alcohol want their own bedroom away from their parents. I don't want to be the kind of teenager who has to drink alcohol."
Asher thinks it over and then says, "Maybe Noe can move downstairs."
