Since Brian has turned 14, I have learned a few things besides the fact that I don’t know anything. I am a parent – which apparently rhymes with dumb the the language of teenage.  But I do know the 10 questions not to ask a teenage boy.  They are as follows:

1. Can I sit next to you?

2. What were you doing in the bathroom?

3. Do you want me to come with you?

4. Is that a clean shirt?

5. Do you have a girlfriend?

6. What are you doing?

7. Did you clean your room?

8.  Did you feed the dog?

9.  Will you hurry up?

10. Can mom have a kiss and a hug goodbye?

If you dare to ask any of the above I can guarantee you will get either a sigh, a moan, a roll of the eyes, or that look (you know the look I am referring to the one where it looks like they could be constipated), but rarely will you get an answer and the answer will never be yes. Do they even know the word yes anymore?

Exactly at what age do they move out?

Until next time -

C

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Brian, my 14 year old teenage son gets into the car with a bag from Taco Bell…

“Can I eat it now? I’m starving!”

“Sure.”

A few minutes pass, and I glance over to a slight mess on Brian’s chest.

“Brian don’t you have napkins???”

Boy looks through bag while munching.

“No.  I guess they didn’t give me any.”

“That would be because you have to get them where you got your hot sauce.”

“Oh.  That’s OK I’ll just use my shirt.”

“Brian .. I am dropping you off at the movies … in public!”

“No problemo mom.  Here’s all I need to do to be clean…”

Brian proceeds to zip up his hoodie.

“There, all clean.”

What do I know.  I’m just the mom.

Until next time-

C

http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com

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