I'm too old and don't how to do stuff or Life With a Thirteen Year Old

My thirteen year old son, the one that isn't suppose to be talking to me until he turns fourteen, informed me yesterday that I was too old to wear jeans with holes in the knees.

I didn't buy the jeans with the holes in the knees. I wore the holes in the knees. I earned those holes. I can wear those holes.

My thirteen year old son, the one that still isn't suppose to be talking to me until he turns fourteen, informed me tonight not to get the water too hot for MY yorkie's bath.

It's my dog. I've bathed him before. I've bathed the standard poodle. I've bathed the jack russell. I've bathed the thirteen year old's baby bottom and four of his older siblings. I think I've mastered the temperature of bathwater. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Okay, I feel better now.