The other day I was putting shoes on our daughter's feet. Ethan came up to me and wrote a message on his Magnadoodle: My life is myn (mine).
I didn't push him for much of an explanation. I will just accept that my reign of terror is over.
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Uh oh. Sounds like he's on track to enjoy corporate jobs as much as we do.
Hooray! Sounds like you've done your job well. I am curious (having no kids of my own) how that feels? Do you feel proud? Is it strange to suddenly see your kids as independent entites?
It's a sign that life will be a struggle. That's the attitude that always got me in trouble; that makes me bomb every interview for a customer service job now. Freedom has its price.
He truly is his father's son.
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