Raising a teenager (Oop, hold up, need to put in a quick side note...Dear karma gods, I am not gloating in the following sentence, I am merely stating a fact based upon my experience with one teenager...please don't get me back for this statement with any of my younger 4 children who are not teenagers and have yet to exhibit their teenage behaviors. Thank you. Carrying on...) has been so much easier than I dreaded.
Sure, we've had some difficult times, but we seem to quickly find our footing and gosh, you know what? I'll take the arguments over delinquency ANY day. Our Pal has been a joy to parent and I am so proud of the young man he has become.
He's responsible and funny and smart and playful and just plain fun to be around (most of the time).
Why am I bragging on him, you ask?
Well, 'cuz on his first day of school, he let me do this:
And I think he got as much of a kick out of it as I did!!
Dang, I like this kid. (But no, Pal, I will NOT come to college with you to cook for you and your roommates.) ;)