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October 14, 2016
‘All my friends are losers.’
And they did. But finally our youngest, our daughter, is moving out next week. She’s never even ordered a pizza delivered by herself… It was my middle child that was the real problem. One is always going to be a problem, right? One in the litter is going to be the runt. Lackadaisical at community college, and then drugs, gauges in his ears, nipple rings… but no tattoos thank god. He’s 24 when one night at 3am he wakes me and my husband to announce, ‘All my friends are losers.’ The next morning his long hair is gone, he’d shaved his head with a razor blade! Off came the gauges and nipple rings, he went back to community college, got As, got a scholarship to UC Davis, went to Washington on an internship, and he’s happily married in Sacramento. They’re expecting. I love her parents.” Conversation With My CPA | HappyAcres
Posted by gerardvanderleun at October 14, 2016 9:52 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.