I realized this morning that (except for the obligatory face-wipe once in awhile) that I haven't had to help Cass with grooming in a few months.
The Boy, he complains about then gets in his bath. He brushes his teeth. He puts his laundry in the hamper. His room stays prrrrrreetty clean. (I squint when I go in there.)
He's learning to read and add and subtract and he's outside laughing and running with the dog...
And he's not so small anymore, is he?
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Then when they hit puberty you have to start reminding them to groom again. "WHEN DID YOU LAST BRUSH YOUR TEETH??" "I don't know."
I'm hoping that the upside of this will be a little more time to spend on my grooming again. Because at the moment, I can hardly be bothered.
Really? I just blinked and they can do all that by themselves? Time, she passes too quickly...
Yes they grow too quickly. My sons teenage years... pretty damn good! No calamities, no drunken episodes. Not too many broken hearts. Then they really grew up. And someone turned the fan on!
Yeah, and the whole process goes at double speed in the good ole summertime!
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