"DAD!"
"Rakes just scored an AMAZING goal!" (Apparently, according to Rakes, "He went BAM, the ball went WHOOSH, and the goalie went BOOF and I scored!")"
"Ted Call Me."
"Trot just mooned the whole team. He's YOUR son."
I finally texted back.
"Good Lord."
The scary thing? He's only 4. What in God's name is he gonna be like when he's 16?
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I'm sure he'll be voted Class Clown every year in high school
Of that I have no doubt.
He'll mellow out with time.
Or it'll get worse.
either way things wont be like they are now, though only through one outcome is your sanity going to remain in tact.
Somehow that doesn't make me feel better, Jr.
He'll be like my Kevin was at 16. Endlessly kind, loving and entertaining....though the local police didn't agree all the time. Sleep with you clothes on and the keys to the car in your pillow case. My friend Aimee taught me that trick to keep him from joy riding w/o a license.
Where the hell have you been, Rich?
Aimee is wise, Dewey.
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