One night a week, each of my boys gets to stay up late and lay on my bed with me for a little bit of alone time. These have proven to be some of the most precious moments! We laugh, we talk, we relate. It is a safe place and time to share secrets and feelings and jokes. So tonight it was Cairan's turn. I mentioned to him that I had seen a picture of one of his friends and that he should write him a letter. He put on the appropriate pre-teen face, rolled his eyes with extreme disgust and said, "letters are so last century!" He promptly broke out into laughter. Not because he was laughing at what he said, oh no, he was laughing at me! What a punk!