DS turns 11 today. We’re on the slippery slope to middle school, puberty, and my grocery bill going through the roof (although the grocery bill is cranking up already). We present him with a checklist: how late should he sleep? What breakfast menu does he prefer? Two things he’d like to do? Dinner at home or a restaurant? And we go shopping for a new bike. Three stores, lunch in between, and of course, he picks the first bike he got on at the first store. Oh, well. Dinner’s a steak at Roadhouse. He gets lots of flat presents from the grands and cousins and all.
Miracle of miracles, he loves it. Having a whole day with his family–even the little sister he claims he can’t stand–was the best present of all.
At least until his paintball party next week.
Aaah!, Paint ball. Can’t wait to read your post about that!!