My 14-year-old son and I get along so well. We have probably had maybe five major arguments in his entire life. Well, the stresses of life all combined over the weekend to find me shouting at my firstborn, my little preemie baby, "I can't wait until you move out!" To which he dutifully responded, "I can't wait, either!" Except apparently he included a "look" with his comment, which resulted in my mild-mannered husband yelling at him for the first time ever. My girls were upstairs with wide eyes. They had never heard their daddy yell. (I married a good one.)
Now, I forget my point. Except to say that it is unbelievable how a teenager can get to you. I suppose it is part of growing up, the way they slowly make it clear that they have nothing but disdain for the way you live.
My son has expressed many times, the desire he has to get away from all the "emotions" of living with three females. I remember when he was four-years-old he told me all about the yellow jeep he wanted to drive when he grew up.
"And who will be in the passenger seat," I asked coyly.
"My backpack," he responded.
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