She smiles at him as this is the opening she has been waiting for. "What you don't like your mom's thick fuzzy robe son."

"Not really. It's well not to be mean, but it's not exactly appealing."

"Yeah, well, the problem is . . . what I am wearing underneath my ugly robe hon."

"Pajamas would be my guess."

"Guess again."

"Tee shirt and shorts maybe."

"Hmm, no."

"Ahh, nothing."

"Yeah you wish," she laughs reaching out and ruffling his full head of golden brown hair.

He flushes red at her wisecrack a fact that doesn't go unnoticed by her. Ellen has always suspected her son is a bit more...