So he climbs up in a tree and says, hunh, I’m up a tree and I’m hungry.
MOMMY!!!
Yes, he’s 14 and he still calls me mommy. You’d bring him a sandwich, too, wouldn’t you?
He’s still my hugger-bear baby……. 
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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No. I’d have told any one of my chickens to get down the way they got up and make it themselves. :rotfl:
This they know. Ergo, no hollering at me.
Grins*
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