Well, it’s official. I just found out I’m the MILF.

The neighbor boy—who usually mows our yard—did the first mow of the season today. And he did it without a shirt. He’s definitely maturing. Yummy? Sure. Too young? Absolutely.

When I stepped outside to tell him to cover up, the little brat had the audacity to offer to come inside and show me “everything.”

He got exactly what that kind of disrespect deserves—I grabbed his ear and forced him to kneel right there on the grass. He apologized very quickly. I backed off, told him to leave, and made it clear he’s not coming back.

When I told Cody what happened, he laughed and called me a “MILF.” I didn’t find it funny at all. Took my frustrations out on him for laughing.

So I guess Cody’s mowing the lawn from now on. He can do it shirtless—for me.