Dear Gerard,
Tonight, I invited you and Aubrey to sleep with me. For 3 years now, you both have shared a room and not co-sleeping with me. So every now and then, I invite you to join me for the night.
You rejected it for the first time, on the argument that you were too old to do this. Hearing you say it made me proud, happy and sad all at once. You really are coming of age. I still don't like when you act like a toddler (which you are quite guilty of doing so often), but hearing you say you're too old to do something is a bit of an accomplishment.
So I guess I can't invite you anymore. Or I will, but you would decline.
What's next? What will you be too old to do?
Love,
mother
Tonight, I invited you and Aubrey to sleep with me. For 3 years now, you both have shared a room and not co-sleeping with me. So every now and then, I invite you to join me for the night.
You rejected it for the first time, on the argument that you were too old to do this. Hearing you say it made me proud, happy and sad all at once. You really are coming of age. I still don't like when you act like a toddler (which you are quite guilty of doing so often), but hearing you say you're too old to do something is a bit of an accomplishment.
So I guess I can't invite you anymore. Or I will, but you would decline.
What's next? What will you be too old to do?
Love,
mother
