My ten year old turns eleven today: Happy Birthday, Dark Omen!
No, Dark Omen is not my pet name for my now eleven year old son. That would be wrong.
Dark Omen is the title he has assumed for himself, after many discussions about Internet safety and not putting your personal information out where the Internet Bad Guys can find it. He’s still not old enough for chat – I’m not sure how old is right for chat but it’s somewhere between but-everyone-does-it and Mom-finally-caves-to-the-whining. I’m hoping for 16, or whenever I can trust Dark Omen to act responsibly on-line and stay safe. Maybe 20.
Dark Omen has a bright future ahead of him, in spite of the moniker. I wouldn’t be surprised if Son-of-Ink-Spells starts his own blog some day.
Until then, enjoy being eleven, Dark Omen! It only happens once.