My Man turns 18 today. I guess I can say "My Man" and mean it, because technically he's an adult now. He's still in the house, of course. We're still paying his bills, feeding him and providing health insurance. So, I'm not sure what 18 really means.
He registered for Selective Service, so he can be forced into military service. He can't legally drink or go to bars, strip clubs or casinos.
I told him this morning that if he's arrested, the newspaper will print his mugshot.
18 seems like a big birthday, though, and this bright-eyed boy is just a memory.
I don't want to give anybody any ideas, but it still hangs inthe back of my mind that he and his girlfriend can run off and get married and there's nothing we can do about it.
IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. DON'T DO IT.
Happy Birthday, anyway. Stay out of trouble.
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Friday, February 15, 2008
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2 comments:
I'm sure he loves the fact your post he is still living at home and you are paying from everything. He will go out and make his mark on the world.
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You've got NOTHING to worry about.
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