My kids are growing up, and I don’t like it. My son has now been around for two decades, and my 7-year-old girl will be turning 25 in July. At least it seems like it. Her latest attempt at adding years to her looks is by wearing those fake glasses that have lenses that don’t do anything. They look pretty good on her, and she knows it; but I told her that it’s a slap in the face to all of us people who have to wear glasses to be able to see. She looked down over the nosepiece of her new spectacles and informed me that she really didn’t care.
Last weekend, the boy received his associate’s degree from Spoon River College in Canton, Illinois. He really didn’t want to go through the graduation ceremony, but unfortunately for him, he has a mother that did. He may be 20, but he wasn’t going to win this battle.
It turned out to be a beautiful day, and we had a nice ride down to Canton. When I say we, I mean myself, my wife, my four-eyed daughter and my proud parents who wouldn’t miss going to something like this. On the way, we followed, met or encountered in some way, absolutely every piece of farm equipment the state of Illinois has to offer. Even though we left home fairly early, by the time we made it to my son’s house, it was time for him to get going.
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