Thursday, August 30, 2012


Recently, the number of times I've been startled by the sound of a man's voice from the kids' bedrooms upstairs has been legion.

Li'l A, newly 13,  sounds bignormous.

And although he still has my puny wrists and ankles much to his chagrin, the mousey voice he inherited from me is now a grownup boom.

I don't note his mustache--because what south asian, male or female--doesn't have a mustache since they're six months old? (What. Just me? Oops.)

Anyway. If I sound surprised, it's because I was a late bloomer--actually the last to "bloom" in my cohort and expected that my kids would be the same.

Segue to say, I've been trying to get the kids up at 6 a.m. after a summer of late-late mornings. And at that hour the afore-mentioned teen voice sounds positively menacing.

Or cracks with pride as he tells me that his reddit comment got up-voted 238 times today.

Ahem. So when we say some commenter sounds about 13 years old... they very well might be.

Just saying.


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