For the last 4 or 5 months, I haven’t really liked my son. I use to. Then came 16. And full-tilt teen. To be clear, I love the kid. But there are those fleeting moments where I feel like if I saw shorty in the streets, or in Trader Joes, and I didn’t know he was my kid, but I somehow knew him like I know him now, I might swing on dude.