Mommy pursed her lips, and sipped from her coffee, then nibbled from her toast. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, mommy. Why do you wonder? Is something wrong?"
"I don't know, Damon. Is there something wrong? I mean, you seem to have changed somehow, these past few months."
Damon chewed his cereal and swigged from his juice, his face stoic and passive, and his eyes wide and flat. "Changed, mommy? Changed how?"
She shrugged, and nibbled her toast. Then she shook her head lightly, and replied, "Never mind. You're just growing up, I suppose. Next year," she gushed, suddenly animated, "You'll go to a real school. Not long after, you'll want a car, and then you'll be off to college. Someday, I guess, you'll find a nice girl, then you'll get married, and have a family of your own."