The men of the Man Cave are actually quite different despite their obvious physical resemblance. My sons look so much like my husband, we should have just cloned him … and I could’ve skipped labor.

My youngest is chatty and cheeky. The other day he walked past me — music blaring from the cell phone in his pocket.

“Where’s that music coming from?” I asked.

“I’m just epic,” he said. “Like Darth Vader. I just walk into a room and music starts playing!”

My oldest is more serious — feet firmly planted in the world of teenager-hood. He answers most of my questions with a grunt and greets my jokes with a two syllable version of Mom. Imagine “Maahh-uum,” complete with eye roll. Continue reading →