Listen, we’ve been through this before. Threenagers. They’re brutal. Everything that’s hard about raising teenagers compacted into tiny, uncoordinated little bodies bent on hurting themselves. To complicate things, our son is somewhat speech delayed. When he gets angsty, things break down quickly. It’s not easy to navigate. Sometimes we just have to take things day by day. It’s a struggle.
These days we are besieged by life choices. So, we’re going to simplify and just wear helmets, knee pads and jockstraps. At least in my case.