Got home and the strong silent younger son talked all evening. The next morning though it was like okay, " I had my conversation with a person, (living in the country it is usually with the dogs when you are alone.) now I'm done...don't talk to me."
Then last night, there he was at 11pm sitting on the end of my bed discussing lawn mowers and cleaning dirty carburetors. All of a sudden he sits up and says what am I doing? I need to be sleeping, I just smiled and watched him head out the door.
Funny boy. Love him.