Magpie
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Do any of you have teenage boys (or had them, or know any)?
My 12yo son is a big lad. He'll be thirteen in another 2 months. He's taller than I am, and his voice breaks whenever he gets excited. He's got fuzz on his upper lip. Yesterday evening I asked him to drop a letter in the mailbox for me.
"Where's the mailbox?" he asked.
I thought that was an odd question, considering this isn't the first time I've asked him to mail a letter. Still, since he appeared to have forgotten where the box is, I gave him precise directions. I repeated them several times. The box is three blocks away, easy as pie!
Twenty minutes later, dinner's off the stove and my son isn't back. I'm worried, so I get the dog and go out looking for him. When I find him, I discover that he'd walked right past the mailbox and all the way down to the river before realizing he'd missed it. Then he asked a stranger where to find the box and was directed back the way he came.
"Oh," he adds casually, "And some guy asked me where to find pot."
I can only presume this fellow assumed a lad as spaced out as my son must surely know where to find the drugs. "What did you tell him?"
My son shrugs elaborately. "Meh."
So I'm thinking, okay... sending the boy out to do errands when he was ten was fine, but now? Maybe not so much. His brain seems addled.
Then later in the evening, I tell him to practice his saxophone. He protests that he doesn't have to, because he had music class that day.
I point to his saxophone, which has been sitting by the front door all day. "Weren't you supposed to bring your sax to music class?"
"I did."
"No, it's been sitting there all day. What did you do in music class, if you didn't have a sax?"
"I don't know! I thought I did have my sax!"
"But you had music class today!"
"Yes, but I don't remember what happened!"
I make him go practice his sax.
I swear, his head's getting fuzzier than his upper lip!
Please tell me it's going to get better - not worse!
My 12yo son is a big lad. He'll be thirteen in another 2 months. He's taller than I am, and his voice breaks whenever he gets excited. He's got fuzz on his upper lip. Yesterday evening I asked him to drop a letter in the mailbox for me.
"Where's the mailbox?" he asked.
I thought that was an odd question, considering this isn't the first time I've asked him to mail a letter. Still, since he appeared to have forgotten where the box is, I gave him precise directions. I repeated them several times. The box is three blocks away, easy as pie!
Twenty minutes later, dinner's off the stove and my son isn't back. I'm worried, so I get the dog and go out looking for him. When I find him, I discover that he'd walked right past the mailbox and all the way down to the river before realizing he'd missed it. Then he asked a stranger where to find the box and was directed back the way he came.
"Oh," he adds casually, "And some guy asked me where to find pot."

I can only presume this fellow assumed a lad as spaced out as my son must surely know where to find the drugs. "What did you tell him?"
My son shrugs elaborately. "Meh."
So I'm thinking, okay... sending the boy out to do errands when he was ten was fine, but now? Maybe not so much. His brain seems addled.
Then later in the evening, I tell him to practice his saxophone. He protests that he doesn't have to, because he had music class that day.
I point to his saxophone, which has been sitting by the front door all day. "Weren't you supposed to bring your sax to music class?"
"I did."
"No, it's been sitting there all day. What did you do in music class, if you didn't have a sax?"
"I don't know! I thought I did have my sax!"
"But you had music class today!"
"Yes, but I don't remember what happened!"
I make him go practice his sax.
I swear, his head's getting fuzzier than his upper lip!

Please tell me it's going to get better - not worse!


). Dr then tells me that I can let him come back to the exam room by himself. 



My cousin almost died laughing and said "I'm impressed that you actually turned off the light first!"
I tell him all of the time to come back to earth and off of planet Seth.