wicked

i'm a wicked, wicked mother; wicked Zoot!

my son will complain his joints hurt. "oh good, you're growing!"

lately, it's been extreme frustration with being clumsy. "oh good, you're growing!"

he's almost 12, and the frustration is just beyond his capacity to deal. he's always been very coordinated and athletic, and now he's walking into walls and stubbing toes. it really does mean he's growing (he's grown about 2 inches this year already!). could i be nicer about this? maybe.

but this is the mom he's got, the mom he knows, and how things work around here!

wicked, wicked zut!