He's living with one of his buddies, Ben, and my fourth child, Chris, who is in his element in his very first apartment. Ben, not so much, since he had a good job at Lockheed Martin as an engineer or, as he called it, The Restroom Grand Tour, since he basically spent his whole day wandering around the building with the excuse of looking for a restroom.. After a few years of the grand tour, he ditched it all and came to Indiana, and is now tutoring some Indian kid up north, making more money than I do as a nurse. But I digress. Chris has the small, corner room and seems to be as happy as a clam. Thomas got the big room and is still wondering why, since he really doesn't care.
Thomas' biggest complaint was that they needed a table. Jim tried to give him our smaller kitchen table, but he declined, saying that they didn't have room for it. Jim doubted this, and I just shrugged, till I was told by the heir to the throne that he couldn't believe that I hadn't seen his new digs yet. "I mean, Dad has been here, and you haven't. What's wrong with that picture?" I went over, and his dog promptly bit me (see previous post), but before I toddled off to Medcheck, The Heir told me that it wasn't that they didn't have room for a table, it was that they needed a bigger table than what Jim had offered.
That afternoon, they followed my advice, went to the furniture store up the block and pad $50 for a dining room table, which was promptly taken home by the four of them, carrying it he-man style down College Avenue. I wish I had pictures. Or video.
They needed a bigger table because they like to play games, and the card table they were using wasn't big enough. Seth spends lots of time over there, hanging out (it's closer to his internship than we are), or just hanging out with his bros. I suppose when school starts, they will still hang out, because it's only a few minutes from Butler, where Seth will be living on campus. And so it was that Thomas gave Seth a key to the house:
And Seth loves it. I thought at first it was plastic, but Seth told me today, as we were waiting to pick up his car from Walmart's automotive department, that it's not only metal, but it has some weight to it, "so when I swing my lanyard around, I thought that maybe it would kill someone if I hit them with it." This digressed into a conversation about how perhaps this is why Goths love Hello Kitty, because of the danger element.