Moms and kids and all that bullshit
Hey Mom, I Have Friday School
Yo, ma. If I get two more tardies in first period, I’m kicked out of class.
When they were little, I called them curtain climbers.
Except for one, they are all still curtain climbers, maxing out at 5'1, 5'4, and 5'7. However, my youngest looks like he might hit 6 ft and piss his siblings right the hell off.
Height doesn’t define you. I’ve been telling them that for years. My 5'1 daughter is one of the strongest people I’ve ever known.
But it doesn’t mean I don’t get to tease them about it. After all, they get their height from me.
Another way they take after me is by gifting me with gray hair, sleepless nights even though they are all nearly adults, bad grades, smart mouths, broken backs, and the list goes on. Just like I did to my poor, sweet mother.
I never broke my back though.
August 15th, 2022
The second week of school, Senior year. A conversation between my 17-year-old son Hunter and myself.
How was your day, honey?
Fried.
Ok…So you’re tired, I think?
