Wasn't Larry cute? I can still remember the way his head smelled. So sweet and snuggly.
Oh, the good old days of having only one child. That all changed a few years later. What were we thinking?
And now Larry is 21. It seems that now, when kids turn 21, they have to go out and drink copiously. At least he's going to a restaurant and not to a strip bar. And he has a reliable designated driver, a kid who has zero interest in drinking. *sigh*
At least he does talk to me. Sometimes Larry talks to me too much. For example, in his senior year of high school, he said to me (at the grocery store, no less), "Mom, I need some condoms." WHAAAA!!! What's a mother to do? I asked Larry, "Do you have an immediate need for these condoms?" "Not now, but I might soon." Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! So I bought him condoms. At least he asked.
Last year, Larry started in a program of study to be an EMT, you know, the guys in the ambulances. He researched the course and took an intensive 8 month training program that he finished this May. He paid for every dime of it himself. Now all he needs to do is pass the state licensing exam and he'll be available for employment as an EMT-Intermediate. And there are jobs available locally, ones that would pay a young man pretty well. DH and I are very proud of him for completing the classwork. Now pass the exam!
Here's Larry ready to go and create mayhem. It's a good thing you can't read the shirt; it's kinda vile. He's grown a bit since I first laid eyes on him - he's a brawny 6'2" and a wee bit more that his birth weight. I hope he has a good time tonight. And for the rest of his life.
(I told my friend Mrs. V about Larry's birthday plans. She said, "Well, if he really wants to throw up , why doesn't he just get some ipecac and take that? It's cheap, and he can avoid tomorrow's headache that way." Larry didn't take to this idea.) (I would have bought him the ipecac, too!)