<p>I love my two boys so much. But they refuse to be sentimental or demostrative, it is just not in their nature. They get it from their dad. Just need to say that up top.</p>
<p>Oldest son is a 21 year old senior living in DC. He lives off campus with three other guys in a neighborhood that is not the worst, but not the best. They have been living in the house since the first of June since they were all either in summer school or working in DC over the summer. Anyway, Son has had nothing but bad luck since moving into the house. Early in July he was out for bike ride with his roommates when about four blocks from the house he got a flat tire. He sent his roommates on and he started walking back to the house (this was about four in the afternoon.) Out of nowhere twelve teenagers came up and surrounded him, started trashing talking, punched him in the head, knocked off his glasses, and took his wallet. An off duty cop happened to be across the street and helped him chase them off. I had to help him cancel his cards, his ATM, etc. and Fedexed him his passport so he could have some ID.</p>
<p>A week later while they were sleeping someone came onto the screened-in porch, cut the cable and stole son’s bike along with his roommate’s bike. I helped him file his claim with College Student Insurance (which worked like a dream by the way) which I had set up for him years ago.</p>
<p>He comes home for a couple weeks in between Summer Session and Fall session. When he gets back to DC he discovers the basement had flooded. His bedroom is the only thing in the basement. Fortunately, he only lost a rug and the sheets on his air mattress. He calls me, I tell him to mix bleach and water and scrub down the floor and the mattress before sleeping on them again. I mail him new sheets and mattress cover.</p>
<p>Las night he calls. Friday night he was alone in the house, all three roomates away for the night. He wakes up at 3 am to find three men in his room. At first he thought it was his roommates returning early, but when he spoke to them they took off. On the way, they stole his roommate’s car so they must have been in the house long enough to find the keys. He called the police on that one. Gets the landlord to come out and change all the locks on the house. Then last night all four roommates were home, they were in the kitchen about 10:30 when they hear a sound downstairs. They go downstairs, find that someone has broken the window, gone through his bedroom, stolen his computer, out the back basement door and stole his other roommates bicycle on the way out of the yard.</p>
<p>So this morning I called him before his first class, earlier then I thought. I woke him up. I tell him to call me on my cell once he has had his shower and his coffee. About an hour later he calls me – tells me he accidentally dialed his grandmother first. We get things started on his insurance claim for the computer. I hang up and call my mom to make sure she is not fussing. She tells me my son had called her this morning and said “Oh, I’ve got the wrong number. I am trying to call my mom. My house got broken into last night. She will fix it. She can fix anything.” I hung up the phone and burst into tears. He is 21 and still thinks his mom can fix anything. How did I raise such a deluded kid?</p>