The problem with having a teen is that I can no longer post whatever I want on the blog. Because he visits the blog and threatens to run away if I do.
So not like the good ol’ days when I could share whatever I wanted. Like the time he got caught decorating the bathroom floor with stickers, then ran into his room to hide.
Or the time he used a permanent marker to draw moustaches on his little brother, daycare friend, and himself.
Or the fact that he had a lovie named “Puppy Tag” that was never far from reach.
He would allow for no such storytelling now. Instead I need to stick with things that won’t tarnish his reputation. Nothing too cutesy, of course. Something like this would never fly today.
Granted, he no longer plays with Play-Doh and this type of thing doesn’t really happen nowadays. I’m just saying that if he did, I wouldn’t be able to blog about it.
<sigh.>
Not only I’m I getting old, my kid is too!
Playing basketball instead of Play-Doh, carrying around a retainer case instead of Puppy Tag.
Before you know it, he’ll even be able to grow a real moustache.
