I think my son is possessed. My house is now filled with grunts, slamming doors, and strange odors.
Do you remember the scene in The Exorcist when the girl’s head spins and she growls “Get out!!!”? I used to think that was scary. Now I realize that she was just acting like a teenager. Anyone who has ever had a teenager in the house recognizes that this happens every morning when you wake them up. I have come to realize that the sweet kid who used to snuggle up with me to watch TV will now not only no longer do that but now often smells like a barnyard animal, so I really would prefer not to snuggle up with him either.