He was at his “friend’s” softball game for her senior night. My son and the entire friend group was there to support. I was tasked to pick him up at the high school.

I see him and all his friends. I put on Shania Twain’s “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” as loud as my speakers will go with the windows down. I time it perfectly so I pull up so everyone can see me, I tilt my sunglasses forward. and lip sync “Let’s Go Girls.”

All he could do was shake his head and walk slowly to the car. Being a father to teenagers can be so fulfilling some times.