Monday, September 14, 2009
I was going to write a post all about how my 13 year old son has mastered the art of Assholery. I was going to revel you with descriptions of how his Asshole-ishness shat all over me and his little brother this weekend. Then it dawned on me that he is T-H-I-R-T-E-E-N. Discussing or complaining about his grand Assholerific skills would be the equivalent of this: "OMFG Sun, you are being so hot and bright? Why must you be all scorchy and melty and hot? Stop it already! You are making me crazy with the giant flames of hot, Sun!" Because at 13, being an asshole is pretty much just What. You. Are. It's not a choice. It just is. Complaining about it would make me sound like an asshole.