Why is my three year old son a teenager already? Yesterday he wanted to gather every single blanket in the house to build a “castle” on his new loft bed. (as a side note, my daughter is pulling up my shirt and tickling me right now) When I wouldn’t allow Jones to put EVERY blanket in the house on his bed he broke down in tears and ran out to Jessica and stated through his sobs “Why is dad ruining my life!”

What! I’m ruining my three year olds life! I should feel more bad than I do. More than feeling bad, I’m just sad that my sons life is so pathetic and easy to ruin.

Teenagers. Sheesh.