My son is 17. One of his friends saw daughter riding in the car with son. H thought she was same age. Stopped by the house to visit with her. When I kindly explained that she was then 12 (now 13 Looks 21) I did so while introducing him to my twin German Shepherd Dogs. They were keeping him company and quiet while I did the talking.

Oddly enough, my son broke his wrist the same day this happened. Said he did it at hockey practice. His coach called the same day to tell me he wasn't AT hockey practice. (Coincidence? who knows>)

Haven't seen that visitor around the house since then.
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I do the things that I must, and really regret, are unfortunately necessary.

RIP OBG