Saturday, March 20, 2010

A Teenager Once Lived Here

Yesterday I moved some papers sitting on an old desk my sons had used while they were growing up, and I had to laugh when I saw this carved graffiti from days gone by:


Wow, I am glad those days of angry puberty are behind me!

So nice to have two wonderfully gentle and loving adult sons.

6 comments:

vicki archer said...

This is priceless...I hope they are reading today. The teenage years, what I could write about those....xv

The Daily Connoisseur said...

LOL! Well I bet he felt a lot better after doing that!

ScentScelf said...

Just entering the (not-so-)secret message years with mine. But, I recall a precursor event when the oldest was 4, and youngest was 1. (Said child remembers it, too.)

Red marker, which after application onto the ivory damask fabric of the Morris chair cushion, faded into a gentler but still angry hot pink. (Upholstery fabric can, apparently, soak in some of the tint.) Done when an injustice had been committed.

Child is generally even keeled, respectful, kind. Etc. Event came as a surprise to both of us.

Said child now is learning to drive the car. And appears to be even-keeled. But has raised an issue or two regarding how justice is applied in the household.

Tell me again how wonderful it is on your side of the equation...

;) :)

MBM said...

LOL! I love that-- what a keeper. Truly priceless. Thanks for sharing this with us! This is one of my favorite posts ever! xox MBM

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The Everyday Bon Vivant said...

I just discovered your blog--love it! I'm a fellow Illinoisan and new blogger. =)