Every once in a while, I post something they'll hate me for

So I just bought B a hoodie with thumbholes in it, a brandname (affordable) one, with a pocket for his MP3 player.

I looked at him.  "You're turning into a teenager!  How much longer do I have before you hate me?"

"You're okay so far," he said.  "Just don't get any weirder."

I laughed really hard, and rather loud.

"Like that."  he said.