He's Still My Baby...
Today is my son’s 18th birthday. How the hell did that happen so quickly? It can’t possibly be true, but sadly it is – I’ve double checked the calendar. Eighteen years ago today, I gave birth to a 7 lbs 7 oz, 19 inch baby boy. He’s not so little anymore, but still as adorable…
Here is a brief conversation from this morning:
Me: Happy Birthday.
The Boy: Thanks.
Me: So, what are you going to do today?
The Boy: Go back to bed.
Me: Is there anything special you are planning to do to celebrate turning 18?
The Boy: I’m going to buy a lottery ticket and a girly magazine. Can I have 20 bucks?
Me: *snort* (as I begin to laugh hysterically). Have fun with that.
The Boy: Yep
(at this point J chimes in)
J: I suggest Playboy. Ummm, I hear they have great articles.
The Boy: Okay, but I’m not sure that’s what they’re known for.
What more is there to say? I love my dysfunctional family.