I once heard that the look on the face of a parent with a gifted child is terror.
I think it's annoyance and horror.
Annoyance at the constant pushing of the envelope and horror of the consequences.
Don't get me wrong. I am amazed at my son and what he comes up with. But at the same time I'm weary of the accumulative damage to not only our home, but to my nerves.
I won't go into details much because I'm pretty sure what he has done is not approved by Good Housekeeping, but suffice to say he's a bit poorer since paying for the outcome of his latest escapade.
Please somebody, give me an amen? Am I alone in this?
