Danger Boy already opened his Amazon-shipped gifts of a good beard trimmer and a Magic Bullet, so I'm not giving anything away by sharing. When he called to say thanks, he said "Remember how you were always cooking brown rice and broccoli and stuff like that and I hated it?" (Why, yes, I do happen to remember--I used to joke that his preferred meal was a funnel and a bag of sugar.) "That's the kind of food I cook now" (this is his first year with a kitchen). If that's not a sign of adulthood, I don't what what is.
Happy 21st Birthday, Danger Boy . . . life with you has never been dull! Love you much, my Achy Breaky Jakey!
Here's the post I wrote for his 15 birthday--this blog has been a wonderful way to memorialize our lives.