Welcome to the Wonderful World of Adult Children

As I recall, it was a lot more fun being a teenager than being the parent of one.  When my son was a baby, he was classified as a "high needs" child.  I believe it had something to do with his 30 minute delievery in which the doctor yanked him out with forcepts, using them not just once but twice, leaving bruises on his eye lid and ears. I would think, I can hardly wait until he grows up so I can reason with him!  Well, I'm still waiting!  I think the forcepts severed the connector between his brain and mouth.  Why is it there is no warning signal going off in his head which says, "I better not say another word because I'm about to die!" Or how about something as simple as, "I'm really not going to get what I want if I continue on this path." He explains to me that is it my life duty to supply him with all his needs until he finishes college; that I should kiss the ground he walks on because his is going to school. Pleeaase?!  Where did he ever come up with this B.S.?!