I've got 6 more years until my oldest becomes a teenager. That gives me 6 years to prepare for all the sarcasm, moodiness, and disrespect that comes with an insolent teenage boy. So while he's playing loud music in his room behind closed doors and having me drop him off a block away from school, I'd like the record to show that I painstakingly--and with love--remove all the crunch berries from Cap'n Crunch cereal. That way, the offending crunch berries do not mingle with the more delectable yellow corn squares. I just hope he remembers this when he's 16!