Really?

If my parents were alive today I would so owe them a fabulous dinner and a cruise of their choice. When I was fourteen I was a ripe little piece of troubles and angst and right now my oldest man cub is paying me back for that time in my life. Just when I think we are settling down I get smacked between the eyes with more angsty, teenagery crap. Normal I am sure but not pleasant for any and all involved. I am mulling over buying stock in a gin company.

I love the idea of Man Cubs growing older but there are days when I miss the days of short pants and Piglet.