Not long ago we had this special occasion to attend so my wife bought my son a new tie but he decided to wear his tartan. Why? He knew I was wearing my Stewart clan Royal tartan tie. And he wanted to match.
Ya I know. Awwww. As my fave Scottish blogger friend Alistair might say: "My heart did a wee dance," or "That was a gemmie."
Believe me though: these sorts of moments are rare. It's rough raising teenagers. And he knows it....
My teens are well aware of how important education is to me. School was always my refuge and university saved my life. I want the same for them. But they've grown weary of my nattering. Recently, while visiting with a crowd of relatives, someone asked my son what he wanted to be when he grew up. Smiling directly at me and without missing a beat he replied, "a male stripper."