The business of life.

First comes anger. Then? Acceptance.

You are glad you aren't me.

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MIL from Hell, In Training.
Boy Child and I were on a walk last night. It's a bit chilly here in East Tennessee (chilly for us anyway) and we both had on jackets. Boy Child told me, as we made our way down the winding road, that he was not allowed to wear his hood up while he was in school. He wondered, aloud, what the reason for this could possibly be. I gave him my thoughts.We came upon a family on the path. A large family who seemed completely unconcerned they were covering THE ENTIRE PATH and totally being rude. But whatever. The Boy Child moved behind me as we passed and I said to them, "Good evening!"The totally ignored me.Okay, not true. They looked at me. And said nothing.

Of course.
Yesterday the Boy Child got in the car, shut the door and gleefully asked me:"Guess what I learned in school today?"I knew the answer. I did. But I asked anyway."What?""SEX," he told me. Except the way he pronounces it is "sacks". Which is funny in and of itself, but we won't go there. (Sorry dad.)Anyway, I asked him if he had any questions or wanted to talk about anything and he said no, he thought he was good. Then a couple of minutes later he said,"You know what I would say if one of my friends said they needed to do sex to be more manly?"Oh God."No, what would you say?""I'd