Saturday, November 1, 2008

Bump, Sit, SPIKES!


So, is everyone as happy as I am that Halloween is over? I no longer feel obligated to open my door to complete strangers begging me for a sugar high. I actually ran out of candy this year, how about you? I knew things were desperate when I started rummaging through my pantry for anything worth giving away. I had given away all the treats. It was time for some tricks. I imagine there were a few surprised children last night when they dumped all their candy out on the rug and out rolled a can of tuna. Hey, in these tough economic times, that's dinner!

Today is November 1st. All Saints Day. How ironic that we should talk about teens, who are anything but saints. Last night, I met the boy that my 15-year-old is (in keeping with the Halloween theme) "sweet" on. Name is Nick. (Coincidentally, that was MY first boyfriend's name.) I wasn't impressed with Nick. More to the point, I was scared of Nick. He was the picture of a parent's worst nightmare: black leather, dark eyeliner and tall, stiff, spikes where there was supposed to be hair. (I learned later that they are called "Liberty Spikes.") My first thought was, "Please, God, let that be a Halloween costume." Then his two friends walked in, dressed the exact same way, and my next thought was, "Good God, Daughter. What are you thinking??" My teen SWEARS that Nick was in costume. She said that normally he has long, dark hair that hangs in his face. Was that supposed to make me feel better?? (BTW, that is not Nick in the picture!)

So what made me really MAD about these boys -- and Nick, in particular -- is that they walked into MY home, bumped right by me and didn't say one word! Not "Hello," not "Hey," not even a barely audible grunt that teenaged boys are famous for. Nada. Then they had the nerve to just go plop on my couch, and again, not even acknowledge me as I was standing there in the middle of the living room with my mouth agape. First I was mad at the punk Punkers for being so rude. And then I was mad at my daughter who didn't bother to introduce me, either. (And believe me, I let her know about that later!)

The moral of this blog? If you're the mother of a boy, who will one day be old enough to go to a girl's house and meet her parents, you may want to teach your darling son that it's probably a good idea for him to go out of his way to be charming and friendly and gracious to the girl's parents. Otherwise, it might be an extremely short-lived romance.

My daughter begged me to give Nick another chance. I just grunted.

4 comments:

HeyJoe said...

My son is 10 and we've already had the discussion about how you act when you go to a girl's house.

kathleen said...

I am with you on this one. I can't believe the terrible manners young people have these days. As a parent I would be appalled if I knew my son was disrespectful to any adult let alone the mother of his girlfriend. When he can have a decent conversation with you, then he should be allowed back into the house. Not until then though.

Lynn said...

Good for you, Joe! Someone's mother is going to thank you someday.

And Kathleen, I will heed your advice and demand that Nick respect me next time. IF there is a next time, that is!

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