Have you noticed, said Erik to me, that Dad always does nice stuff for you and leaves the horrid stuff for himself? Like he always parks your car in the garage even though he's the one who gets up at 4:30 and has to scrape his car before he goes to work. AND he always brings you coffee. AND he's the one who has to get rid of dead mice and birds in the chimney, and other yucky stuff.
Yeah, I'd noticed.
Erik is taking a page out of his dad's book. He will ask me if he can get me a glass of wine on Friday night. He starts my car and warms it up for me every school day. He gets wood from the basement every morning and every evening, and is proud of having that job.
And I wonder, will he make some lucky girl a wonderful husband one of these days because of this? Or will he get to the point where he thinks Warm your own car up! Get your own wine! and be the exact opposite of the caring, loving, supportive guy he is growing into.