Slices of Life Ibuy him treats because I can. My teenager who now looks down on me by about eight inches. My teenager who thinks he doesn’t need his mom anymore, and he’s probably mostly correct. Sigh. So I surprise him with treats. Small things I know he likes. I leave them in places where he will find them – on the front seat of the car, on the kitchen table, on the table beside his bed. For the most part, he is thankful; although sometimes he tells me he doesn’t eat junk food before a football game. Sometimes I think he takes ...