The End of an Era
I was saying good night to my 15½ year old son Monday night. I had had just reached over his night stand to give him the usual peck on the cheek, (which is where we've been for a couple/few years now), said my "good night" and was coming back up when he said, "you don't need to kiss me good night anymore."
(Sound of glass shattering accompanied by Pac-Man death WAV.)
I knew this was coming, and I told him that. I said I understood, but asked if he minded the "good night" and the "love you." He said those were fine. Ah well, c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas? I know, I know...some of you probably think 15 is too old for kisses and hugs anyway, right? Well bollocks, I say! Just fetch my pipe and call me Ward Cleaver, alright? Beneath the long flowing locks, pierced ear and SpongeBob T-shirts, I'm just an old-fashioned guy at heart.
Oh well, I've still got plenty of years to corrupt my daughters with my Mayberry-esque values. ;)
I knew this was coming, and I told him that. I said I understood, but asked if he minded the "good night" and the "love you." He said those were fine. Ah well, c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas? I know, I know...some of you probably think 15 is too old for kisses and hugs anyway, right? Well bollocks, I say! Just fetch my pipe and call me Ward Cleaver, alright? Beneath the long flowing locks, pierced ear and SpongeBob T-shirts, I'm just an old-fashioned guy at heart.
Oh well, I've still got plenty of years to corrupt my daughters with my Mayberry-esque values. ;)
1 Comments:
i think it's great that it lasted until 15. most parents wouldn't even try for that long. yay you!
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