My youngest kid, age 14, is leaving the babydom I hoped he would hang-out in for a while yet.
To cut a long story short, he just came downstairs and assaulted me with a humungous whiff of aftershave! And when I turned to find out where the strange odour was coming from, I noticed he was dressed up to the ‘nines’.
Now, as far as I was concerned, he was just going back to his mates place (around the corner) to play some video games and chill with his friends until his curfew at 10.00 pm. On questioning his new scent and fashion conciousness however, I found out that the mate’s sister has HER friends over tonight as well! And he was dressing to impress! I am so proud…and depressed. My baby boy is hurtling into manhood. 
Man, I’m gonna have the hardest time re-adjusting to Aussie life when I move back; the spelling of “odour” just looks…so…wrong! 
Oh, yeah - and congrats on the whole baby/man thing. 
Take a good wiff of him when he returns. Then ask how thing went.
What good is having a child if you can’t warp them a little?
Hey, 14? He’s around MY age…
Hows he doin? 
Kambuckta – you have no idea. My son is almost 17, now, and I can’t see my baby in him anymore at all… He’s a foot taller than I am with great big, hairy legs and muscles on his muscles. He can bench press 215 pounds, but I remember so clearly when I had to carry him around… It’s so lame, but I cried over his baby pictures yesterday. Where’d my blue-eyed baby boy go? This great big oaf swallowed my baby!
Mines gone too. He was a beautiful baby, perfect fine skin, lovely strawberry blonde and blue eyed. I thought he was tall when he was born at 21 inches.
Now he’s a nearly 6ft muscled, hairy beast. (Who still kisses my cheek good night if no one is looking.) 
[sub]I vote for messing with their head too.[/sub]