Occasional Scribbles

I spy the ‘Teen’ before he spies me and wonder what mood he might be in after school.  It is a Monday afterall and he is a Teen, so you can’t be too careful.  I watch him sureptitiously as he strides self conciously along the pavement towards me, looking out for our car.  He sees me I notice and so I give a little discreet wave, he pretends he didn’t see. He used to be such a dear little boy.  As he gets closer he raises his eyebrows a tiny fraction to let me know he knows I am there.  It wouldn’t do to wave delightedly and beam me a wide smile.  On reaching the car, I see him take a quick glance around and finding no one he cares about anywhere near, he opens the door, slings his bag in the back and jumps into the front seat.  He turns towards me, looks me in the eye and gives me a wonderful smile.  I breathe a tiny sigh. Today we are ok.