As I pulled out of the driveway my 15 year old got on the phone with one of his friends. I wasn’t paying attention to his conversation, but rather searching for a radio station as I pulled onto the main street.
“Mom can you pick up D at the ice arena?”
“Well aren’t you the clever one!!” I yelled out at him while attempting to keep my eyes on the road, “You wait...
“Sooo, you guys don’t want us to smoke pot right?” The question was being asked by my 15 year old son. I looked at him from across the table wondering where he was going with the question. He had a slight smirk on his face as he turned to his father next to him waiting for his reaction. “No!” His father proclaimed adamantly. I, on the other hand, knew better than...
My 15 yr old son and a few of his friends have a little “hideout”, if you will. It’s a secluded spot in the forest in front of their school that they discovered at the beginning of the school year. My son, being the adventurer that he is, found it to be a perfect building location for their own rudimentary and primitive hangout. Over the months they’ve made it their own,...
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