Not only do I have three boys, I now have three boys who are all adolescents. I knew this day would come. I guess I'm as prepared as I can be. Which is not an altogether optimistic statement.
My older two, now 15 and almost 14 years old, have been adolescents for a while. I'm used to their swings between insolence and hormone-addled forgetfulness. I just realized my youngest son, on the cusp of 12, is now in the club. How can I tell? Let me show you.
He just posted this on his newly acquired Twitter feed, with a comment that states, "This deserves to be RT'd, it is so true."
That post, his obvious mastery of Twitter, and his sweatpants (the only pants he ever wears) are suddenly too short.
Tighten your seat belts, we are about to go for a wild ride!