Grand Slam Communication
UPDATE – The knife has not been located.
However, the Grown Son informed me that if he were going to stab me, he wouldn’t use a knife.
The evidence would melt.
He couldn’t be convicted.
I should probably be terrified.
But I’m actually kind of impressed.
I need a “proud parent of an evil genius” bumper sticker.
And just like that, my baby is turning 21.
On the one hand, it’s gone by in a flash.
On the other hand, the kid was born yakking, and he still hasn’t stopped talking.
I’m glad for the quarantine so he can’t go out and do Stupid Stuff with his friends.
He’ll get a steak dinner at home to celebrate.
Despite the chipmunk cheeks from his recent wisdom teeth removal, I’m sending him on a beer run.
Happy birthday, Kid.
You’ve grown into an amazing young man with an impressive work ethic and a very promising future.
I’m proud to be your mom