Those Young Whippersnappers!
You know how my last post was about not feeling old? Yesterday, Max was on my bedroom floor. His ADHD meds were wearing off and he was doing the hyper-dance around the house. So, on my floor and looking under my bed. I'd like to say the underside of my king-size is pristine, or just collecting dust bunnies. I'd be lying. (Don't know where to put something? Hey! Shove it under the bed!) It's a plethera of treasures and junk. So, Max is down there and he suddenly stands up with something in his hand and he says- What the crap is this? I just sprouted 4 new gray hairs.