Picking my son Sam up from confirmation class, he asked me something completely unexpected, “Can I sit in the front seat?”

Partially confused (actually completely), I replied with a question, “Can you?”

Partially proud (actually completely), Sam clarified, “Yes, I’m twelve now.”

Hum, I guess he’s right. Probably every previous trip his mom or brother had been in the front. Now, it was his turn.

That’s when I probably felt old that another son was growing up (no, completely old, that’s how I felt).

Next up, “Sam’s Bold Move to Control the Car Radio.” Coming soon to a blog post near you.