He seems to be caught smack in between being a grown-up and being a kid. It is a fine line, and there's only one side he can step off on.
We sat on the living room floor, eating dinner over the coffee table, becuase the dining room feels just a little too formal these days. I made couscous and whatever vegetables we had on hand: broiled zuccini and sweet corn, beet greens sauteed with garlic, roasted beets tossed with olive oil, lemon and fresh herbs. I wondered what he would think of it. But he helped himself to two full bowls and told me that he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a vegetable.