Jeremy loves to build things. My apartment is full of items that have been taken apart to see how they work then put back together again (with varying degrees of success). This Christmas my parents bought him a circuit kit that allows him to build all sorts of devices, most involving a variety of siren noises and/or flashing lights.
Last night he built a lie detector which came equipped with a bright red LED light and a whining noise that changed pitch if you told a lie. I was the proverbial guinea pig. I placed my hand on the sensors then waited.
“Okay, first question,” Jeremy said, eyeing me intently. “Do you love me?”
“Yes,” I replied. He grinned as the pitch stayed the same. Then he asked me when my last period was and I told him.
“Eww…” he blurted. “You’re telling the truth.”
“Is there any reason I should lie about that?” I replied. “Besides, you’re the one who asked.”
“Fine. Now it’s your turn to ask me questions,” he said as he tugged my hand off the detector and placed his hand down instead.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Sixteen,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Mom, you need to ask a tricky question.”
“A tricky question…” My voice trailed off as I thought. “Okay. Are you straight?”
Instantly his hand shot off the lie detector then he burst into laughter while hastily disassembling the detector. He didn’t say a word. Then again, with that reaction, he didn’t actually need to.
He’s still claiming to be completely 100% straight but my intuition and I are going to hang out and wait. His closet might be comfy but he can’t stay in there forever.