Having a 12 year old around the house is an interesting experience.
Interesting in the way that a torn off fingernail is interesting, I mean.
I’m invoking my parental right to pinch off his head the next time he gives me That Look, by the way – it’s a little known coducil, doncha know.
I love him, but could he quit being moody for a second? I’m tired of sending him to his room every five minutes.
This too shall pass. This too, shall pass.