We’ve really been working on raising independent children. Yesterday I took our 11 year old son to Men’s Warehouse to get fitted for a tux for my sister-in-law’s upcoming wedding. He took his little tux, waited in line to get a fitting room and, when it was his turn, marched right in all without asking for any help from me. I was rather proud of myself and what a great job parenting I’ve been doing.
About 10 minutes later I asked through the door how it was going. He yelled back, “these assless chaps really are very airy!” He gets that inappropriate wit from his mother.
