You have grown in the blink of an eye, my son. Not only in height but in maturity as well. Happy birthday to my taller, wiser, infinitely more lovable son!
Now that I’m officially middle-aged and my brain has caught up with me, why does my body have to start running away?! It’s just not fair. I guess I know what I’m buying myself on my birthday: Botox and a gym membership.
The law might say you are old enough to drive, but I know you are really just a 10-year-old with 6 years of experience. 10-year-olds shouldn’t be driving.