Regrets
Last night, after picking up my 14 year old from baseball practice, this actually happened. No, I don’t know where my kids get their sick sense of humor. After all, I’m a straight-laced, no-nonsense guy.
Jacob: I’m starving.
Me: Me too.
Jacob: Any idea what we’re having for dinner?
Me: Not a clue.
Jacob: You should know these things. This is the sort of stuff a father should pass along to his son. You’ll regret this when you’re on your deathbed.
A similar thing happened to me with my girls. However, the oldest followed by saying that “Mom’s cooking, so whatever it is, be polite and just add more ketchup if it tastes bad.”
first of all….14 YEAR OLD!
and b – if he only knew what twisted and paranoid thoughts he just caused to run through your head! At least you will laugh about it some day on that deathbed – some day in a long long long time from now!
Sounds just like you at 14!
poor Meriem!!!!