If I had known as a girl the things I know today about boys, I would probably have entered a convent. Well, first I'd have had to convert to Catholicism. But that's beside the point.
Raising a teenage boy has shed so much light onto things. Every day I ask Jean-Luc, "Did you put deodorant on?" The answer is always the same, "No." Every day I have to remind him to comb his hair, wash his face, brush his teeth. All that wouldn't be such a big deal except that he's 14. He should have this hygiene thing figured out by now.
So tonight I asked him to brush his teeth before he went to bed. Exasperated I said, "Please brush your teeth at least ONCE this week." He shot back at me, "This isn't the first time I've brushed my teeth this week." So I said, "Okay, so brush them for the second time." His response? "I've brushed my teeth three times this week!" And he seemed so proud. Three times this week. And it's only Friday night. I guess I should be happy.
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