My son is 12 today. I now get to experience the 'tweens' or 'pre-teens' with him, and I'm not overly excited about the prospect. I'm already at the point where hearing him make a noise that's impossible to really spell properly, but sounds something like: Eee-uhhh, I'm going to strangle him. Or when he's unhappy I get to hear: Uhhh!

Regardless, happy birthday Josh. I love ya kiddo. :)

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Mostly, this story is for vodgut...

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