Yesterday, I spent the day in Jamestown finalizing our state's autism plan with the other Governor-appointed Autism Task Force members. I didn't get home until 6pm.
Rogan and I are on our own until Thursday, where we will join the rest of the family in Minnesota. So after his mentor dropped him off, the two of us decided to go to Olive Garden for dinner.
Rogan and I enjoyed each other's company and chatted through dinner. It's always fun for me to hear him talk about his day, along with hearing about whatever factual tidbits he wants to share. He was also looking forward to watching "America's Got Talent" tonight.
As we left the restaurant, Rogan enthusiastically said, "Mom, seniors are funny!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Those older people sitting by us were cracking jokes and laughing the whole time! They were so funny!" I hadn't even realized he was listening to other conversations, as there had been no indication of any distraction on his part.
I irrationally thought of my 40th birthday rapidly approaching next month. "Well, I'm glad you think so because you're momma will soon be a senior herself," I mused.
He affectionately patted my arm and somberly replied, "I know, Mom. I know."