We have Teenagers on our Hands!

This morning, as we were all lounging on the family bed, we started some interesting discussions. In no particular order, here are some snippets.

I like to think of my (manhood for lack of a better word) as a raging dog, a rottweiler, german shephard mix as it were...

I want to go to the mall, I want to go to the mall, I want to go to the mall...

Speaking of (insert girlfriend's name) attributes...

Honey, I think we have teenagers on our hands (covers head with pillow and moans)

Hey, makeout with me and they will leave the room...

You know I love you, don't you?

Good times, good, good, times!

jules