Ahhh, the teen years. Sometimes I wonder if some of D's bravado is related to changing hormones. Teens have a reputation for being difficult, and having attitude. In many ways I am lucky because I will not have to experience some of the emotions that are a rite of passage for these years. D doesn't realize the gravity of his age, or think about what many teens obsess over. He doesn't think about girls, or cars, meeting up with friends, or getting away from home as much as possible. (Am I having some flashbacks here?