Role reversal

While chauffering Gamer to Tae Kwon Do class, and right after he bopped me in the arm and announced, “Punch Buggy, green, no punch back” (a little game someone taught him to do every time he spots a VW), I turned up the radio to better hear a Chili Peppers’ song. Gamer reached to turn it off and said, “How can you listen to that crap?” I moved his hand off the knob and said, “I want to hear it, and it’s not crap.” He paused for a second then said, “Hey, isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? The parent telling the teen his music is crap?”

Raising a teenager is like nailing jello to a tree.

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