I can’t believe that I’ve actually fathered a worse driver than Julian . . .

Or Nick.

I didn’t think it was possible, but damn. That’s what I get for stupidly naming my kid after my Squire. If only I could go back in time.

At this point, the race is on as to which kid is going to put me in my grave first. Marissa who thinks that I’m going to let her go to college across the country from us or NJ who keeps begging for his own car. As if I’d let him out of the driveway on his own. That boy is out of his mind.

Thanks the gods that Theo is just starting school. I don’t know what I’d do if I had three thinking they were going to be independent at once.

And Amanda is wanting to add a fourth child to the line-up. Is she trying to kill me, too? At this point, I’m wondering if Stryker is needing another second-in-command. Mostly, because I know his SICs tend to get staked. A lot.

Don’t get me started on Nick, Sr. He’s gone underground until after Halloween. He’s claiming that this time of year makes his “inner” demon harder to control and he needs to stay away from humanity before he forgets why he’s not supposed to end the world.

Yeah. Gonna be interesting. Glad Acheron is now a full-time resident.