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Jekyll and Hyde

There are days. It was one of those when the latent obstinate teenager in my son came bubbling through. And while it doesn’t make me angry, it is, nevertheless, tiring. One of those days in which he challenged everything that came out of my mouth. I’m not even sure that it’s intentional, even if he is aware that he’s doing it. It’s as if once he gets started he’s a runaway train. It’s just what 17 year olds do. I think we’re going through a stage. And I’m very, very tired.

But then he announced, this evening, that he was treating me to dinner tonight because he knew he’d given me a hard way to go today...and he didn’t mean to, but he knew he was doing it. And well...did I ever act that way when I was his age? “Ohhh, quite a lot worse, if I recall. Which doesn’t give you permission to do likewise, okay?”

If I wasn’t so pooped, I might have something philosophical to say about this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde syndrome. But I don’t. I’m going to bed.

Posted on 09/19/04 at 10:50 PM
 




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