Zoe Rights: Why don't they come with an instruction manual again?

The boy has one of the worst cases of Senioritis I've ever seen.

I feel like I should invest in one of the those countdown clocks for the house...

Poor kid- he has no idea the beat-down adulthood is about to give him.

It's an interesting balancing act to be a parent of an "adult." Someone who has the legal right to join the military, smoke or gamble but still has to be reminded to take out the trash.

I won't lie. He's sheltered. A typical suburban baby. Now that I've hit this point in his life, I almost wonder if I've done him a disservice by not showing him the seedier side of the world. By not thrusting his face in the muck. Of not showing the kid- hey the World, the one with the capitol W- it's a crazy place and if you don't watch yourself. If you don't push, if you don't try, you can end up more chewed up than a piece of tire blow-out on the freeway.

On the other side I don't want to kill the magic. The last moment of childhood when everything is perfect.

Hell, I was never good at tough love anyway.