October 01, 2011

The Oddball Life of a 16 Year Old

I'm not used to being a Mom of a driver. There are more questions you have to ask. "Who is going to be with you?" "Who is driving to the final destination?" "Where are you going?" "When will you be home?"

When you're the parent driver, you know all this stuff. The friends are with YOU, you are doing the driving to and picking up. All of this is more obvious.

Two weeks ago my son told me where he was going, but I didn't ask the nitty gritty questions. I knew he was going to hang out with his buddy. I knew they were going to his buddy's high school. Something about girls playing football.

Next thing I know... he's a powder puff cheerleader for this other school. I have a parent sending me a picture of my son being held on the top of a pyramid, holding a sign with "JUNIORS" written upon it and he's getting the crowd riled up cheer on the Juniors team.

And then I find out he's a powder puff cheerleader for their Homecoming game... the girls played before the real game.

My son is the only private school student on this public high school 'cheerleading' squad.

Whatever. He's happy and he's pulling all A's, except for his Desktop publishing class, that he finally pulled up to a B. (He said to me the other day, "For once in my life, I'm pulling all A's in my tough classes and I have a dang C in a crap class...")

So last night at 10:30 (curfew is 11:00), homecoming game finished, coming back from a quick bite to eat with his buddies, he calls me and asks if he can stay over at his buddy's house. I was kind of pissed. He had my car. But it was dark and rainy and I live in the sticks. I said, "Be home at 10AM..." to which he said, "But... I am going to the ballet with Paul at 12."

Wait. My son is going to the ballet? Really? So I acquiesced and told him he best take care of my car. It's the family vehicle.

Flash forward to tonight... I said to my son, "So how was the ballet?"

Ringo: *blink*

Me: You told me you were going to the ballet...

Ringo: No. I was going TO ballet...

Me:

Ringo: With Paul.

Me: TO? I'm lost... you don't take ballet.

Ringo: Paul has a girl friend who needed help in her ballet class. They have a big performance and I guess some guys are coming down to dance with them. Until then, they need guys to lift them. So Paul and I went and lifted them while they practiced.

Me: How many boys?

Ringo: We each got assigned a girl by size. There were six of us...

Me: So. Basically what you're telling me is that today, for an hour, you and Paul held girls.

Ringo, *grinning*: Yeah. Pretty much.

Me: Do you get community service hours out of this?

Ringo: No, free dance lessons.

Me: Are you going to take ballet?!

Ringo: Nope. But we're going to keep going back as long as we need us. *grin*

Me: That would be...

Ringo *big grin*: Saturday. I've been a cheerleader and a ballet dancer this week. Crazy week.

Tough to be him...

Posted by Boudicca at October 1, 2011 08:55 PM
Comments

I saw the cheerleading pics on his FB. Assumed it was for his own school... and that you knew about it. haha

Posted by: Morrigan at October 2, 2011 07:02 AM

I knew right before THOSE pix were taken. What I really didn't know about was the 'ballet'. And funny, it's his buddy sucking him into all this stuff. His buddy is such an extrovert and has tons of friends. It's really funny.

Posted by: Bou at October 2, 2011 09:09 AM

LMAO! I'm reminded of this commercial: http://youtu.be/bn-t9BgV9Pg

Posted by: Mrs. Who at October 2, 2011 02:02 PM

so can we see the - evidence'

sounds lik
e you have a very well rounded young man who knows which side the bread is buttered.

more power to his elbow.....

best wishes and keep up the good work.

Posted by: Simon King at October 2, 2011 04:22 PM

Clever boy! :D

Posted by: PeggyU at October 2, 2011 04:46 PM

... heh!..... he certainly knows how to spend a Saturday!...

Posted by: Eric at October 4, 2011 07:54 AM