I think that I can fully understand why, in some species, parents eat their young.
Our 12-year-old old must be having a spike in his testosterone levels, that can be the only reason that I can think of that my sweet, first-born boy has been replaced with this monster. I want my child back who will listen, joke, laugh, complete chores, follow directions, and not stare off into space when I talk to him and answer me with a surly attitude. I am hopeful that after a bit of time with him creating a slide show on the computer today that he will return to normal. I feel like this may be the male version of what my friends with daughters deal with when their girls are PMSing.
Our 10-year-old old has turned into a somewhat moodier version of himself. If my agenda does not line up with his it seems to become optional. Other than that, he hasn’t changed too much, and if I were the type of parent that ate my young he would still be safe.
The brand new 7-year- old would probably be the first to be eaten. He is nowhere near the
angelic boy he once was. Apparently, he doesn’t need to shower unless he feels like it. He also doesn’t need to put his dishes in the dishwasher, clean his room, or do anything other than play Lego or be on the computer. He feels like he should be allowed to dictate what he does and when he does it. Needless to say, this does not fly well with us.
I am sending a plea out to whomever took my awesome boys and replaced them with these versions that look like them to please switch them back, otherwise we may have to resort to eating them. Quite frankly, I don’t think they will sit well in my digestive tract so please consider my plea.