It's gone 1 o'clock in the morning and two teenage girls have just come to visit the lad! What do I do? I've told them that they have half an hour and then they have to go. Thank god, I have the bottle of wine up here in my room, at least they can't get drunk, unless - oh my god - they brought their own! I find it very difficult to know what is acceptable. The lad is a night owl and cannot understand other people's need for sleep. Is this my fault? Am I not firm enough? Or should I just go with the flow?
My Chemical Romance have it right when they say "Teenagers scare the living S**t out of me".
When they're babies you can't wait for them to grow up and when they're teenagers you wish they were babies again.
One thing's for certain, my little biddable boy is no longer biddable!
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