The Wonder Years … They’re a fleeting moment
One minute he’s a three-year old clutching onto his favorite monster truck, next minute he’s a hostile teenager breaking curfew and thinking about girls.
Probably talking to girls.
Girls that will call him at all hours of the night.
Girls that will drive me crazy.
Girls that will make him crazy.
Girls I will have to speak with seriously.
Sometimes I wish the monster truck phase could last forever.
The Wonder Years … They’re a fleeting moment.
At least that’s what they tell me.