It’s tough being a thirteen year old boy.
I know I’ve never been one, but I have had two. Based on that experience alone, I can say with all certainty it’s difficult.
Way back when Kaleb was thirteen people would call our house and he would answer. They would ALWAYS think it was me. Some people would talk on and on without stopping, so he would get a good earful, before he would say, “So, do you want to talk to my mom?”
I’m not sure who would feel more sheepish, Kaleb or the person on the other end.
He’s got a man voice now.
Noah on the other hand, not so much.
So last Friday I am sitting on my bed and I hear the phone ring. This is the conversation that took place.
Noah: “Hello Mrs.Dodson.
Caleb Dodson: “Hi Mrs. Burpee, this is Caleb, can I talk to Noah?”
Noah: “Oh, Hi Caleb, this IS Noah.”
Even only hearing Noah’s side of the conversation I knew what had just taken place, and was laughing hysterically.
When he got off the phone, I just HAD to call Laura, because if she didn’t hear all that taken place she needed to hear about it.
So I call her, still laughing.
She answers phone, laughing.
We had a good laugh together.
Ah, good times.
It won’t be long before they have man voices too.