The day has finally come.
So far so… good-ish.
I can sort of see what my mother was saying. The willful defiance is occasionally off the charts, and we’re getting into what he’s termed “alpha male battles” from time to time, which I guess means we’re fighting for control of red meat? Or tofu? Or… the Force?
He’s still the same sweet, wonderful kid underneath (though I’m pretty sure he’ll kill me when he reads this). And he’s about six weeks from being physically taller than I am which may make things weird when we go toe-to-toe.
PLUS just the other day he got kicked out of the library for being too loud. A slippery slope, my friends, a slippery slope…
Watch this space for mugshots.
