My first born son turned 18 two weeks ago.
Unbidden, he just knocked on my bedroom door and offered to massage my calf muscles.
The same calf muscles that’ve had me hobbling around with a walking cane because I blew them out on leg day last Saturday.
This chap was like 2 years old when I made my first ever post on this here thingy.
I swear he enjoyed kneading my painful muscles a wee bit too much.
May’ve been payback for all the growing pains I subjected him to these past 16 years.
Chei … My baby boy is now a legal adult.
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