Do you remember when Golden Boy was four and would run around the yard in his sister’s bikini?
Do you remember when he would break every SINGLE thing in the house and I would wonder how I would ever own anything that didn’t have a crack or a chip in it?
Do you remember when he tried to show me some unmentionable parts that mothers should NEVER see?
Tonight I received this text from our Golden Boy,
“Mom, will you please pick me up and take me to TJ Maxx to exhange the shirt you got me? Oh, and I can drive.”
And then he sent me this.
That's right. It's his DRIVING PERMIT.
Jesus, Joseph and Mary, didn’t his umbilical cord JUST FALL OFF?