Dear son/daughter, As much as I love you...it is difficult for me sometimes to cope with your constant need to be just outside of my line of sight, your need to eat what we dont have, to throw such a fit when you see dessert that you will no longer eat your dinner, and I must consent so that the people in the kitchen can hear themselves think once more. I now understand why parents get such enjoyment out of driving you to high school in the mornings with no makeup, or while still their morning robe. It is simply because you have made me That guy. The one that has such difficulty controlling his kids that others think to themselves...I would beat my kid if he acted like that. So the anticipation of your high school days makes me as giddy as a freshman at senior prom. I think on the first day if your senior year, I will throw myself to the ground on the sidewalk in front of the entire school and flop around until you give me something that isnt mine and I have no business messing with in the first place. All my love, Dad.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:02:51 +0000
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