Post lunch conversation as Kevin walked out the front door:

Me: Are you wearing your new glasses when you drive?
Him: Yes.
Me: Are you lying?
Him: Yes.
Me: Kevin...[door closes]
Him: Okay...

Me: Walking from the kitchen to the front door to see if he put them on.
Him: Putting them on, looking through the van window at the front door with a smile that said "I knew you'd be looking."

Not sure how or why, but somewhere between "I do" and the reception line, I did indeed become his mother. And as irritating as that is to him, it isn't like he didn't revert to a few adolescent behaviors before the ink dried on the license...