I get the biggest kick out of the things my teenage son says. Mostly because he's a pretty mature straight arrow, so when he says something that shows his, uh, more teenager-y side, for some reason it cracks me up.
As Lela told you in her post last week, he came home from baseball practice and announced, "I'll do that in a minute. I have to go drop a deuce." Son, let me tell you about TMI...
He used to love to enlighten us about how the world will end in 2012. You know, the Mayan calendar and all that. He will deny it now, but he was utterly convinced it was happening. Who knows, maybe he was right.
Yesterday he told me that there was a rumor going around that the police would be at school today with drug sniffing dogs. Apparently, because it's 4/20. (420, 4:20, 4/20 - a reference to a celebration day of the consumption of cannibis - I had to wikipedia the history and evolution of the term, which I didn't previously know). And why does he think they will be at his school? Is there a problem there? "Well, it's because we have late arrival tomorrow, so they're afraid kids will 'wake and bake'." Ohhhh-kay. The arrow is bending.
He also told me last night that "*Tony and his girlfriend are having relationship trouble. They went to the school counselor for relationship counseling." Wow, okay. Didn't realize that was offered in high school.
He'll be happy to tell you who the class 'slut' is, as well. Not a word he uses regularly, so when he says it with such a straight face, I have a hard time not laughing.
He'll tell me almost anything, and I love that about him and our relationship. (I'm not naive, I'm sure he has a few secrets. And I'm sure that as a mom, I don't want to know what they are.)
Then there's a posting on his facebook wall: "You have to do what others won't, to achieve what others don't." That's my boy.
Ahhhh, I love that kid.
***Ally
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Hi Ally;
You always bring back fond memories of me and my teenage sons. Smelly memories sometimes, but wonderful nonetheless. My older son told me (practically) everything, whereas my younger son, nothing. They both seem ok. Of course, neither of them tell me much of anything any more. Instead, they grill me about my well-being. Are they becoming my parents? Gosh, I am NOT ready for that stage of life yet....or ever.
His pull no punches way of speaking is pretty refreshing actually!
I didn't even realize what day it was and was happy not to be a teenager with a bunch of 420 facebook nonsense.
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