My son was BORN old! He had the cleanest room in the house and did a lot more chores than I gave him to do. He only missed two days of school in his life and he had surgery on one of them--his appendix out. He went to school the next day right after insisting that he be discharged. The other was the day of his father's funeral. When he was a teenager, I tried to get him to go out and stay out late once in a while. All he wanted to do was work. He would get in my car and say, "Mom, your radio is too loud." I would tell him if he was going to listen to country music, take it upstairs so I couldn't hear it!

The funniest was the year I turned 40. He sent me a dozen red roses and told his friends at work about it. One of his friends stared at him and said, "Your mother is 40? I thought YOU were 40!" He wasn't kidding. My son was 21 years old.