i got a little nervous today when i saw some hoodlum teenage boys crossing the crosswalk in front of my car today. and i thought to myself, what if miles turns out like that? what if he wants to dress like a punk and grow out his hair and never take baths and be a gross little, scary kid? and then it got worse. and the whole way home i was thinking oh no. my baby is going to do drugs. and date girls i don't like. and get in trouble at school. and drive cars too fast. but really... what can i do about it?
i want him to stay my little baby forever.
but he won't.
and i want to be the one who will make all his choices.
but i can't.and i hate that.