My son turns 15 on Sunday. FIFTEEN. He’s a teenager.
He has sperm. He can have sex. He can make a baby.
Gawd, I hope he’s not having sex yet. He’s too young, FFS!!!
I don’t want to be a granny. I’m too bloody young to be a granny.
I’m too bloody young to have a son of FIFTEEN!!!!
It’s too late now. Right?
Previous years we made a big deal. This year budgets are tight. No friends. No paint-balling. No go-karting. NUFFINK!
We told him he could invite a friend and they could go out and make a day of it.
He said he’d rather be with us. Awwwww.
So we’ll be doing the thing on Sunday anyway. Lunch, movies, games.
Life – she’s too fast for me.
Have a fantastic day.
While I’m feeling my age