The Boy came home for the weekend, being as it was three days long.
At least the body of The Boy came home. His brain had obviously been eaten by aliens.
This Pseudo-Boy told us of ten-minute showers taken at school, as opposed to the half-hour showers the Real Boy takes at home. He told us of making his bed...EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. He told us tales of studying...and being outgoing...and cleaning the BATHROOM!!!
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE BOY WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE???
While he was home, he was helpful without having to be asked. He thanked us for little things he would normally take for granted. He gave out hugs ON HIS OWN. He spoke in a friendly manner to the greeter at Wal-Mart.
Heck, he WENT to Wal-Mart. With me, his MOM. And he didn't roll his eyes or sigh loudly even once.
I'm thinking I could grow to like this new kid.