Teenage Angst

Last week my son and I got into a fight over something trivial. I think I breathed or something. I can't remember exactly. No, it isn't that bad yet *knock on wood*.

He was practicing English at the time of our disagreement. In seventh grade all the Japanese schools introduce English into their curriculum. Now while J's speaking and listening English is flawless Simpson-ese with a smattering of Star Trek-ese and a smidgen of Myth Busters-ese, his reading and writing aren't quite up to snuff. But that's okay because they have them writing a page or two of simple sentences. Stuff like that.

This is what his notebook usually looks like. I go and help him with the punctuation and spelling errors later.

Well, the day of the blowout he was writing and when I glanced over I saw this:

It was hard to stay mad after that. I was so much more obnoxious as a teen.

Also, the Evil Bear has enlisted the help of a friend and the brainwashing is near complete. The dog's turned feral. I'm scared.

*Edit to add cute pics*

Actually, the above is Cha's demented stare. Here's a couple of how he usually is 99.9 percent of the time.

Just hanging around...

And entertaining friends and family....