My son, 12 years old & cursed with a plethora of little sisters, recently walked in to the kitchen & said THIS to me…
OH NO, YOU DI’N’T WOMAN!!
To ME, his mother, the woman who gave him life! Admittedly, I may have deserved it. For all my bitching & moaning about this kid having grown 7 inches in the last 7 months, there has been one definitive benefit to this. His sh** fits me…perfectly. And like any boy his age, he has a plethora of hoodies. Nice ones.