My son is eighteen. There are other problems. But on the upside... he's generally not whining, crying, screaming, fighting, lying, running around with sharp objects that I have no idea wear he got them, making guns out of Duplo-lego because I won't buy him any toy guns, bending Barbie in half and turning *her* into a gun (you hold her aroungd the torso boob part and the bullets shoot out of her legs apparently), laughing hysterically at fart jokes ...sigh...

I miss the little bugger:-)