(our firstborn, aka, Cap'n Jean Luc Picard)
and sent me home without a clue.
Now, nearly two decades later, through trial and error and by the grace of God we've ended up with a mighty fine human being. He's still a work in progress, of course, but so far so good.
Henceforth the seventeen-year-old shall be referred to as the eighteen-year-old. Happy birthday my firstborn.
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They lost my manual at the hospital too... with both models! They were nothing alike either so what I learned with the first didn't apply to the second. Gah!
Happy birthday to Jean-Luc. I've got a bottle with your name on it at my house. Call me when you need it and I'll help empty it, oh mother of a son who can now vote.
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