The battle of the Fergusons: Will mother prove to know best?

The first time I met George Ferguson, he was a mouthy little smart aleck with a permanent red Kool-Aid stain on his upper lip and the only boy in kindergarten interested in kissing the girls.

Little did I know, that the same little smart aleck and I would be friends for the next 23 years.

Not much has changed since then. George's Kool-Aid stains are at least gone, and the girls have been limited to just one now. During that time, George's mom, Linda, was there watching our group of friends - six boys - destroy her living room, her supply of Pepsi and Ding Dongs and her last moments of serenity...