I got up this morning and asked Adam if I could be the one to take him to the clinic to have his stitches removed and he said 'No way! Just give me money for the taxi.'
OK, he's being independent. I respected his wishes and gave him money to cover the taxi fare. Off he went and I heard nothing from him for hours. At about noon I asked Yusef if he wanted to go with me to run a few errands and he was more than happy to jump in the car with me. When we got home there was still no word from Adam and I was getting a bit worried.
Finally he came in, slamming the door behind him. No hello, just marched into his room. I did notice that he still had a bandage. After a while he came out and I asked him what happened but he didn't want to talk about it. A 'man' with an attitude! - well to heck with him!
After I came home from work I found him watching TV and asked him what was up. He was upset because they hadn't removed the stitches. He'll have to wait until Thursday. I said 'Oh Adam, don't worry Thursday will be here before you know it.' and I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He moved his head back quickly, avoiding my kiss and said, 'You can kiss me at the airport when I leave to go to the US!'