Just ran into my door very epically.

:D

I did that once or twice when I was his age. Still have an interesting scar hidden under my left eyebrow from once such incident.
 
I advocate building a small barn in which to raise teenaged sons. Make it to bomb-shelter specs (12-inch cement walls, for example) and they might leave it nearly habitable by the time they turn 19. At that point, when they've finally mastered the art of moving through space without harming their surroundings they can move back into the family home.
 
I advocate building a small barn in which to raise teenaged sons. Make it to bomb-shelter specs (12-inch cement walls, for example) and they might leave it nearly habitable by the time they turn 19. At that point, when they've finally mastered the art of moving through space without harming their surroundings they can move back into the family home.

Been there, was that. Yup.
 
Been there, was that. Yup.

And what you need for daughters is an infinite closet. My solution: get one of those motorized racks they use at the dry cleaner's and install it around the ceiling perimeters of every room in the house. That way she'll have all the room she needs for the nineteen versions of every popular outfit available.
 
And what you need for daughters is an infinite closet. My solution: get one of those motorized racks they use at the dry cleaner's and install it around the ceiling perimeters of every room in the house. That way she'll have all the room she needs for the nineteen versions of every popular outfit available.

I didn't need a closet until I turned 23 and realized that I'm hot! Now there's never enough space. But as a teenager, all I had was one dresser.
 
See, I wouldn't have been able to resist replying "Epic fail!"

... God I need to get out more.
 
Ow! Glad you're OK.

I have the distinction of one of the few, the proud, the ones who have broken a nose with a door.

No, really.

See - could have been worse.
 
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