My 16 year old son, who is still alive after this comment by the way, just stuck his head out my dining room window, as I was painting the trim, and said to me “Mom, put some clothes on, you aren’t 17 anymore.”
He is lucky I am not, because if I could have moved faster, I would have come in the house and kicked his mouthy ass…
and just so you know, I am wearing cutoffs and a white tank top…
What the hell should I be wearing, my slippers and matching sweat pants with a hoody…
The kid is lucky to still be alive, really.
