— Musings —01.04.2015 01:11 PM
I grow old, I grow old, etc.
Me: "Wow, you slept late, buddy." Son 3: "Dad, I'm a teenager now. Teenagers sleep in." Me [with much sadness]: "Oh. Right."
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 4, 2015
— Musings —01.04.2015 01:11 PM
Me: "Wow, you slept late, buddy." Son 3: "Dad, I'm a teenager now. Teenagers sleep in." Me [with much sadness]: "Oh. Right."
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 4, 2015
Yup. Been there.
You’ll really know you’re getting old when Son 3 wakes you up with early morning texts.
Eventually you reach a point where you are going to bed and rising so early, and they so late, that you realize biology has nothing to do with it. They are trying to avoid you.