The Older I get the Less I Can Stand Teenagers!

My 15 year old says stuff to me that, had I uttered those statements, would have ended my life. That's why being back at work is joyful; I can stay away from someone's protracted "development" without running the risk of his bodily injury.

My teenaged period never existed. I had two perennial teenagers as parents and spent much time living with their maturity issues, not to mention lack of money, mobility, and a homesetting cross between "The Simpsons" and "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf". The statute of limitations obviously hasn't expired yet, because today I have one parent and one child who are maturationally interchangable.