No longer at the children's table
At about 4:30 a.m. one weekday a few years ago, I was wakened by laughter and the sound of male voices.
"You go," mumbled my husband, half asleep in the bed beside me.
I slipped on a robe and stumbled down the stairs to our family room. As I turned the corner, the two young men on the couch, each with a video game control in his hand, turned to grin at me.