Focus Boy, Focus!!!

The Boy occasionally implies that I am still an overprotective Mom.  I am, but with reason.  The other day I had my and don't use the stove while I am gone, talk with him.

He felt it essential to remind me that he is 21, nearing 22 years old.  I said I didn't care.  He said he cooks for others in his work.  I said, "I don't care, not in my house!"

Today I woke from a nap and yelled to him, "What have you burned?"

The house was filled with the most horrid, burned plastic smell.  He said, "Something,"  very quietly.

I yelled back, "Something plastic!"

"Yeah, I burned something plastic," he replied and then retreated to the dungeon.

The smell was horrendous so I headed for the kitchen, where I found my tea kettle, sitting on the stove with the spout top warped from melting. 

I yelled down to the basement, "You left the kettle on and the water boiled away, didn't you?"

He yelled back, "Yeah, but you were home, so it's okay."

He is right and I did wake from the smell,  He had better stay away from my stove if I am not home!  I know when he is cooking for others it is his job and he stays focused.  At home, he is too distractable, he may be 21, but he is still my little boy.