Missing: One little boy
Somebody stole my little boy. Somebody came into the house one night and snatched my sweet, tow-headed little fellow, and replaced him with a big beast of a guy with sprawling limbs, large feet and a deep voice that mostly says only two words: "Mom. Food." Apparently this happens all the time, but I was unprepared. Nobody explained how, when your little boy morphs into a big 17-year-old boy, it leaves you bewildered and a little sad.
Read more of Mary Jacobs' column in today's Family section.