My son turns 40 today. Needless to say, I'm astounded. On so many levels. I didn't know anything about actually raising a child, especially a boy child, but somehow he got to be this old.
I fully expect him to run wild now, mostly because of the many, MANY times I told him that when he was 40, he could do whatever he wanted to. For example (see photo above), he could say all the "bad words" he wanted to say when he was 40, but he was NOT saying them NOW. Ditto: cigarettes, whiskey, and wild, wild women. Likewise, late curfews.
So here I am. Wishing him a very Happy 40th Birthday -- and hoping my chickens don't come home to roost.
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