The teen-ager known as Boy, Esq. celebrates his 15th birthday today. It is remarkable really, considering how many of our friends had bet against us surviving the honeymoon, let alone managing to raise a child to maturity.
It is apparently not necessary to know what you are doing in this regard. It just works out.
One day he is sitting there glaring at you in his Sesame Street t-shirt and Thomas the Tank Engine underwear and the next thing you know he is glaring at you over the pool table, a handsome boy with a wicked bank shot, who still does not like to have his picture taken, but whose mother has learned to shoot fast and ask questions later.
He still can not make toast or remember which day to take the garbage out, but walking, talking, reading, tying his shoes, riding a bike and sinking the eight ball in the corner pocket? We're taking credit. We also accept cash.