I've mentioned before how our oldest, a sophomore in high school, has that teen-lack-of-communication-thing going on. When I pick him up in the afternoon, sometimes he'll talk about his day, but most of the time he morphs into a caveman, grunting and answering any questions with one word.
Yesterday, with me in the passenger seat and his two younger brothers snickering in the back seat, I handed him the keys and let him drive us all home.
And something peculiar happened.
He talked non-stop.
He asked questions. He laughed. He joked. In fact, I found myself in the most unusal situation of telling him to stop talking so much and just drive.
It was nice, though.
And we even made it home in one piece:)