HOW LONG HAS it BEEN

I think most moms, at some time during their career in motherhood, wonder what kind of person their children will marry.
I think for the last 16 years my son has been giving me "clues".
For instance, just the other evening, I know my future daughter-in-law will have a good sense of humor. I came home from work, after picking up Amy from the babysitters, washed two loads of laundry, cooked dinner, washed the dishes, studied for an hour and finally sat down at 10:30 p.m. My son said, "You know what Mom, some tapioca pudding sure would taste good to me."
To which I replied, "There is an easy recipe on the back of the box. I'll be glad to help you, if you have trouble with the big words, like milk or sugar."
My future daughter-in-law will have to know how to skin and cook a ground hog, and probably like to eat it too, because he won't unless she can disguise it in a taco shell.
She will have to be able to cook a seven-course meal over an open fire, because he wants to live off the land."
She will probably speak French fluently because every year when he goes hunting or fishing in Canada, she'll be able to ask, "Where's the nearest McDonalds'?
Just the other day he told me he thought he would wash all his bedding, the sheets, blankets, and bed spread.
He yelled at me, "Don't act like it's such a big deal Mom."
I smiled at him, "How long has it been since you've washed your own bedding?"
He gave me a nasty look. "I don't know Mom, how long have we lived here?"