He hasn't done that yet but he will wait until he sees someone else walking down the isle toward us so they'll think it was me. Sometimes I think there's a small part of his brain that's still 12 years old. He loves to irritate me until I try to swat him away so he can tell an employee that he's a victim of domestic violence & they should call the police before he wakes up dead. I'm 5'4" and he's a 6'2" iron working covered in tattoos. He is supportive and happy that I'm now
vaping instead of smoking so I guess he has good qualities too.
If there's an XY chromosome involved then yeah, there's small part of his brain that's still 12 years old.
My youngest son is currently 18 years old. At around the age of 7, he went to the grocery store with me one day, where he preceded to bounce (literally) off the shelves. I very calmly placed my hands on his shoulders and informed him (otherwise known as talking
through gritted teeth in a deathly still voice) that he was driving his mother crazy and implored him to please stop. He then grabs his throat and starts making gagging noises while staggering around and vying for the most dramatic death of the year award. Finally he falls to the floor with aplomb, all while other shoppers are eyeing the two of us like we've just grown two heads. I

, then grabbed my cart and started walking off, mumbling about having no idea who's child that was. It's hilarious now, back then I wanted to drop him off at the nearest Catholic orphanage on the way home.
