Can I just say, 11 year old boys are very strange creatures. The Tween is a great kid. He’s smart, funny (though not nearly as funny as he THINKS he is), loving… HOWEVER, THE MOUTH on that boy. OMG. Apparently, in his estimation I am a gibbering idiot who knows NOTHING. He tries to correct me about EVERYTHING I tell him or argues with me trying to make me see things his way.
My parents are LOVING this. According to THEM I was quite the precocious kid. I was very strong willed, stubborn and Mouthy McSpoutofferson. I don’t remember being this bad. I’m SURE I wasn’t.
I totally remember it differently!
I was a model child. Sweet, supplicating, and malleable.
Seriously though, I have no clue what to do with him. I love him to pieces, but SOME days? SOME days he makes me knit the tiniest of stitches… sigh.