Much to my dismay, he's growing up too fast.
The other day I noticed I was looking up a bit more when talking to him. So, we got out the tape measure. Six foot two and three quarters. Actually, it was more like nine tenths, but I wasn't ready to admit that. That was a couple days ago, so I'm sure he's reached six three by now. Ridiculous.
Fifteen years old.
He's got a job at the local pizza place, and loves it.
It's tough being a teenager these days. Really tough. But he's doing a great job at being a good kid.
He's decided, once again, to hunker down at school. That's a good thing. Every single conference for the last five years has gone exactly the same way. "Mrs. Meadowbrook....your son is a pleasure to have in class. He makes me laugh. I enjoy having him as one of my students. He's a good kid. I just think there's a chance he's not living up to his full potential."
Well, yes, yes it's hard to live up to your academic potential when you're busy living up to your "life is good, let's have some fun" potential.
Baby of the family, anyone?
Here's his "I am a straight "A" student" look. Let's visualize.
He's a clown.
He's full of it.
He's a schmoozer.
He tells me he loves me in front of his friends.
He's a good kid.
Yes, I said it. You're a good kid, junior. Dad and I are proud of you.
Now go do your homework.