This past weekend, Mr. Funny took the ACT again in an attempt to raise the score
Dropping him off wasn't emotional at all. Nope. And I didn't lose any sleep worrying if he'd remember to wear his shower shoes or change to clean underwear. While I'm proud of him for accomplishments and his independence, sometimes a mother just needs to be needed
After we left, he called! It appears that he does need me! Yup, he needs me to drive to the store and get a ping pong paddle. Apparently, paddles are not included with the ping pong table in the recreation room.
What the heck? Is it 1975 again? I've been wondering if he needs a headband and some striped tube socks to go with the ensemble. What do you think?