Bring it on, Mom!
It’s a red letter day. One of those days that a mother would normally put into a scrapbook, like the first haircut, a baby’s first steps, or the graduation from kindergarten.
Over dinner, we were discussing a Half Life 2 Deathmatch – parents against kids (my son and his friend, both going into 7th grade.) My son gazes across the table and looks at me flatly. “Bring it on, Mom.”
‘Nuff said. It’s on, kid!
