No one needs to see his Santa boxers

Last night was Sean's first day at his first job.

He's working for Carl's Jr. I have no idea what he's going to do there, but I'm sure it involves frozen meat patties and mustard.

It's good that he has a job. Because for a smart kid, he acts stupid a lot. I'm hoping it's just a side effect of being a teenager.

But Sean is on the verge of adulthood and we can only hope to instill some of the requisite skills (like bow hunting skills, computer skills, upper-lip shading skills) that he'll need before we let him loose on the world.

For now, I'd be happy if I just didn't have to lookit 4 inches of boxer shorts that muffin out of the top of his jeans.

"Pull up your damn pants," I chide him on a daily basis. How is that still the fashion anyway?

One of the comforting things about Sean is that he has a kind heart.

He's good to his sister and kind to our animals — even letting little Frida sit on his lap for hours and then sleep with him — which is a good indication to his true character.

Yes, I'd like it if he were doing better in school, but that is a choice that he has to make for himself.

I think that's the hardest thing about parenting, is letting the kids make their own choices, even if they're stupid ones (like walking around with your pants falling down all day long).

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I posted a little something about Mar and Frida over here complete with pictures.