It's official...

The Boy is headed into teenage-hood. Last night when I put him (forcibly) into bed at 12:30 am, my son asked me, "Mom, why do you have to ruin my life?" I told him, of course, that I couldn't ruin his life until he was 14, when children usually start claiming this. Then I took all his electronics and turned out the lights. Check. And. Mate.